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homestylehughes · 1 month

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i wanna taste

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: after one sight of y/n, jack has to get a taste.

warnings: smut 18+. oral- fem receiving, dirty talk, cussing, use of pet names. fluff, soft jack.

wc: 1.8k

au: hi loves! im on a writing streak (thank you spring break). im back with some jack smut woooohooooo, i realllllyyyy enjoyed writing this, i hope you guys enjoy. like and reblog if you enjoy<3.

happy reading <3

Rain softly hits the window, the soft light from the lamp in the corner of the living room illuminates the room with a soft glow.

I've been awake for a few hours, my body waking me up at 5 am, turning over to see that Jack was sound asleep beside me, I decided to get out of bed and start my day.

Settling on the couch with a cup of coffee in my hands along with my book, this is where I've been for the last 3 hours. The book captivated me so much I didn't even check the time until I had finished it.

The clock read 8:15, I was genuinely surprised Jack wasn't awake yet. His crazy hockey schedule kept him awake and up at odd hours, his body probably needed all of the sleep it could get.

Getting up to get another cup of coffee, and the second book of the series I’m reading, I settle back into the couch and enter an alternate universe.

I'm so into my book, that I don't even realize Jack creeping up behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, nessling his face in my neck, feeling his warm breath fan my neck.

“Good morning pretty girl” I hear him say, as his face is still muffled in my neck.

“Good morning” I say back as I crane my neck up to meet his face, getting a good look at his face for the first time today.

Taking in his sleepy doe like state, hair a mess, eyes full of sleep, leaving evidence that he just woke up. Sweatpants riding scarily low on his hips, his chest bare, allowing me to rake my eyes over it.

“Done checking me out pretty girl” he smiles down on me, catching me in the act. “Maybe, i'm not sure yet” i muttered back, my face heating with a slight embarrassment. “How'd you sleep?” I ask him, still looking up at him. “Good, really good. Would have been better if I woke up with you beside me” he says, looking down at me.

“Sorry baby, I randomly woke up at like 5am. I didn't want to wake you up "I say feeling bad, for leaving him in the bed alone.

“It's okay, you can make up for it now” he says as he begins to lean down, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. The angle makes it a little hard for me to fully kiss him, but I deal with it and push my body up further to meet his kiss.

Our lips moved in sync for a few more seconds before Jack pulls away, resting his arms on the arm rest behind me, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath.

“That's a better good morning greeting” Jack says as he's smiling, making his way to the other end of the couch, picking up the blanket that covers my feet and slides under it as he sits down.

The simple movement probably means nothing to him, but it does to me, seeing him so at peace, and calm makes my heart warm. I'm quickly pulled out of my daydream when I hear Jack's voice.

“Has it been raining all morning?” he asks as he's looking out the window, the rain still hitting the window.

“Yeah it's been raining since i've been out here” i say “it's very peaceful” he replies back softly. Turning his body back to face mine, “what time is it?” he asks, snuggling himself deeper into the blanket like a child, “9:30” i reply back.

“Dang i slept in” Jack says with an airy laugh. I laugh softly in response, as I go to pick up my coffee mug to take a drink, to only find that its empty.

“I'm going to go get more coffee, do you want a cup?” I asked him, raising my back from the couch to get up.

“Yes please that sounds amazing, thank you pretty girl” he says, moving himself back to a sitting position on the couch.

“Okay baby, I'll be back” I say as I fling the blanket off my body, not seeing Jack's widened eyes as I turn my back to him as I make my way to the kitchen.

Making both of our cups of coffee I make my way back to the living room, I feel Jack's eyes on me instantly.

“Here you go baby” I say, holding the hot cup out to him, “can you place it on the table for me?” he rasps out, as I go to place the mug on the table in front of us, I hear Jack speak again “set yours down too”. I look up at him confusingly as I set both cups down on the table.

“Are you okay Jack?” I ask him, my eyes locked on his face. “Yeah i'm fine, can you come here please”

I make my way closer to him, standing in front of the couch where he lays, Jack deciding that isn't close enough for him. He puts his hands on my hips pulling me into his lap. His hands moving to rest on my bare thigh.

“What are you wearing?” he asks me, looking down at my body, i see nothing wrong with what i'm wearing. “Clothes?” i reply back timidly, still confused on why he's acting like this.

“Your not wearing pants” he says, tracing his hands under my shirt, circling his hands on my practically bare hips, causing my breath to hitch slightly.

“You're walking around the house in a tiny thong, and a shirt that doesn't even cover your ass completely, and you expect me not to do anything” bringing his face to mine, close enough that I can feel his breath fanning on my face. I swallow before saying “what are you going to do about it?”

Before I know it, Jack smashes his lips to mine. The kiss is hot and wet, his tongue quickly entering my mouth fighting and winning for dominance. My hands in his hair pulling him closer to me, wishing that there wasn’t a blanket separating us.

I began to rock my hips into his to gain some type of friction, I can feel the dampness between my thighs beginning to grow.

I pull my lips from his and begin to trail them down his neck, kissing and sucking little love bites in my wake, softly biting his ear as I make my way down. I hear Jack's breathing beginning to pick up, moaning lowly in my ear.

Just as I'm about to trail my way back to his lips, he pushes me off of him. My back is now hitting the couch. I look up at him breathless, waiting for his next move.

“I have to taste you pretty girl, I've been dying to do it all morning” Jack says, eyes locked with mine as he pushes the blanket of his body. Making his way between my legs spreading them apart as he rests in between them now.

Tracing his hands up my bare thighs, his hands sliding under the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down slowly, while keeping his eye contact with me. Once my underwear are completely off me, he throws them somewhere behind him.

Jack begins to kiss up my thighs, alternating between each of my legs. My chest is rising quickly now, I need him to do something soon, the tension is starting to kill me.

“Pretty pussy is so wet for me” he sighs as he slides his middle finger between my folds before pulling it back out, his finger glistening in front of him before sliding it into his mouth.

Moaning at the taste, his eyes are on mine. This action alone causes me to moan down at him, shifting my hips closer to his face.

“Tastes so sweet, pretty girl” he says as he guides his face back down to my pussy. “ I think I wanna have a taste now, is that alright with you, pretty girl?” his eyes searching mine for an answer. “Yes jack, please” I breathlessly say to him.

Not even a second later, jack is diving into my pussy, his tongue finding my clit instantly. My hands fly into his hair grabbing something to hold on to while jack fucks me with his tongue.

My moans are beginning to fill up the room, along with the sounds of jack slurping up my pussy, like a man who hasn't had a drink of water in days.

Taking me by surprise Jack pushes 2 fingers into me, continuing to lap up my clit with his tongue. “Jack fuck” I moan out, pulling his hair even tighter between my fingers, the action causing jack to groan into me, sending chills up my body.

I began to push my hips to meet his tongue and fingers, beginning to feel the coil in my stomach heating up.

Jack senses that i'm almost there, he thrusts his fingers into me, but curves them just enough so that he hits my g-spot.

Causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head my body arching off the couch, my hips pushing themselves further into his grasp.

“Right there fuck jack, please dont stop” I groan out. I reach under my shirt grabbing my right nipple between my hands squeezing it in between my fingers, as my other hand starts needing my left boob.

“Fuck pretty girl, you look so hot from up there” my breath labors at the sound of jacks rough voice “does it feel good pretty girl?” “fuck, you feel so tight against my fingers, taking me so fucking good like a good girl” he says as he brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing and pinching it hard and fast.

Incoherent things are falling from my lips at this point, the only thing I'm focused on is jack and the dam in my body that's about to break.

Before I know it I'm cumming, hard and fast. My orgasm gives me no warning as it begins to wash over my body, hitting me like a tidal wave.

My moans and “don’t stops” fill the living room, my grip on Jack's hair never loosening. Finally coming down from my high, I try to catch my breath, I open my eyes that make their way down to Jack who's looking at me with wide eyes, and a parted swollen mouth catching his breath.

Making his way up to me, so that he's now directly on top of me, pushing himself up by his arms. “That was the hottest thing ive ever fucking seen.'' Jack says before capturing his lips with mine.

Pulling back to look into his eyes, before something catches my attention. The cups of coffee on the table. “I think our coffee is cold,” I say, trying to hold back my laugh.

“I dont give a fuck about that coffee anymore” jack says as he laughs back at me, bringing his lips back to mine mumbling “how about we finish this in the bedroom?” before picking me up and dragging me to our bedroom. The coffee being long forgotten about.

#nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl fic #new jersey devils #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n

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rin-fukuroi · 6 months

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail Pairings: Jing Yuan x Fem!reader x Blade Warnings: NSFW, !dark! content, i guess, yandere, non-con, threesome, oral sex, anal sex, creampie, squirt, a little rough treatment from Blade.

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

Yeah, i can't stop writing threesome wth my favorite men. But these two look especially good together…

You'd rather die than be trapped between two incarnations of the devil himself.

If it once seemed to you that Jing Yuan is soft enough against the background of a ruthless and cruel Blade, then this is not so at all. Right now he doesn't pay attention to your words of protest, or the tears running down your cheeks, or the way your legs are desperately trying to push his face away from your crotch, while Blade calmly fixes your wrists at the head of the bed. The general is gentle only in showering you with sickly sweet speeches and praises, from which your stomach twists in vomiting. The smile, forever frozen on his face, from the outside may seem soft and saturated with love when his gaze meets yours, but how can «love» and Jing Yuan get along in the same sentence when his tongue collects the moisture of your treacherous excitement, completely not caring about how your body trembles with fear and the look of fear rushes from the greedy eyes of the General to the quietly chuckling Blade, unbuttoning his fly.

— Mmm, you are amazing, dear, — Jing Yuan, after what seemed like an eternity, finally breaks away from your wet folds, contentedly licking his lips shiny from your salty slime. — Blade, come here.

— Tsk, — you almost exhale with relief when the gloomy tall figure of Blade moves away from you, moving to the edge of the bed, where the smug General is sitting. — What do you…?!

Both yours and Blade's eyes seem to expand in sync with shock when Jing Yuan bites into his lips in a kiss. You can almost feel his tongue sliding into Blade's mouth, like he's doing it to you. Blade's face expresses silent displeasure, but he doesn't try to pull away. It makes you sick to realize that the tongues of these men now share your taste. How disgusting they are. You take advantage of the moment and check the strength of the ropes that bind your hands. As expected, Blade is too good at everything that concerns your torment, so the rope painfully cuts into the skin of your wrists, preventing you from even pulling tight threads, no matter how you try to do it.

— Bastard, what are you doing? — Blade finally pushes General away, wiping his lips irritably with the back of his hand.

— I share with you the taste of our princess, — you again feel the weight of Jing Yuan's gaze from under half-closed eyelids, when he looks at the curves of your naked body without hesitation. Amber eyes rest on your trembling thighs, which are desperately trying to stay closed in a futile attempt to prevent any of them from thrusting a dick into you. But you know perfectly well that it's useless.

— You're too gentle with her, Jing Yuan.

You try to shrink, hide in a corner, do anything to avoid Blade's touch when his hands reach for your closed thighs, but strong long fingers inevitably press into your soft flesh, spreading your legs wide apart and opening up a view of your crotch for him. You whine, trying not to die right there from shame. Blade has always been intimidating. His habit of scrutinizing the most intimate parts of your body has always made you burn with embarrassment and disgust. You always knew that after that his heavy cock would painfully stretch your insides, but you just wanted to get it over with faster and hide from the eyes of two bastards using your body as a toy to satisfy their perverted needs.

They've never used you together before. It always had to be either Jing Yuan or Blade, and you honestly can't tell which one was less disgusting. But now that the sickening pretense and hypocrisy have merged into a hellish mixture with cruelty and cold-bloodedness, you really began to think that it would have been better for them to finish you off the day they both laid eyes on you. How much you must have angered the whole universe if it has prepared such a test for you?

— You're being too rude, Blade. I like to stretch out the pleasure, while you just use it as a thing. It's wrong, she should enjoy us too, — Jing Yuan's lips are still stretched in the tenderest smile as he gets up from his place on the bed, slowly walking to the head of the bed and stretching out his hands to the rope. — Come on, honey, don't cry. I think I should make you comfortable, huh? You won't be able to accept both of us in this position.

— Tsk, bastard, are you serious? I wasn't going to share her with you at all, — Blade exhales irritably, but pulls away from your hips, allowing Jing Yuan to arrange your bound hands on his shoulders as he embraces you, arranging you astride his body while he lays down on the bed.

You can feel his hard cock pressing against your clitoris, sending a sickeningly pleasant shiver through your body. Bitter tears are dripping from your eyes again from the realization of how humiliating it is to feel like such a helpless doll in their hands, especially when the warm slime of betrayal of your body flows down your thighs, surrendered under the pressure of primal desire, which at some point began to rage in your body along with fear of these two every time, when they visit the room allocated for you with one single purpose.

Jing Yuan purrs velvety into the curve of your neck while his heavy palms forcefully press on your hips, forcing you to descend on his dick, the oozing head of which has already aligned with your entrance. You whine and try to pull away from the touch of his lips to the skin of your throat, turning your head to the side. Stretching is so painful, but merges with a pleasant feeling of pleasure because of how slowly his big cock pushes deep into your vagina. Maybe it's because you're trying your best to prevent his big palms from pressing, or maybe it's because the General has always been famous for his addiction to harassing you to madness, it seemed to last forever, nauseating caresses and irritatingly slow movements, which sometimes stopped altogether, forcing you stay impaled on his dick for who knows how long until he gets bored of it.

When the head of Jing Yuan's cock rested against the cervix with a dull pain, making you shudder, completely lowered onto his hips, you almost forgot that there was another person in the room, drilling your figure with a burning predatory gaze, waiting for the moment when he could bloodthirstingly bite into the flesh of his victim. A short cry escaped from your throat when you felt the rough compression of your buttocks by Blade's cold hands. A sharp shiver shot through my spine as a terrifying thought popped into my head about exactly what Jing Yuan meant when he said that you should accept them both.

— N-no! No, please! — you desperately shifted on Jing Yuan's lap in a sudden panic attack when you realized what the man behind you was going to do. Your futile attempts to escape were instantly stopped by the painful pulling of your hair, forcing you to throw your head back.

— Shut up, — Blade growls, leaning over your ear. You freeze when your eardrums are struck by his terrifyingly low, husky voice. It always sounds like the call of your imminent doom, to which your imprisonment here must inevitably lead. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to finally be free of this torment, but you knew they'd never let you die so easily.

Jing Yuan, on the other hand, simply enjoys the view of your throat that has opened up in front of him, the way your muscles tighten when you swallow convulsively, opening your lips and exhaling air intermittently from your painfully constricted lungs. You are so seductive in your defenselessness and weakness. General's lips find their place on your neck again when he lifts up, pressing into your vulnerable throat exposed in front of him, lifting your hips on his cock.

You whimper when you feel another hard organ pressing against your ass, but these pathetic sounds instantly break into a scream when Blade's dick ruthlessly, without any preparation, penetrates inside. He has always been so cruel and seems to be indifferent in his ugly love for you, allowing himself to use you solely for his own pleasure, not caring that he causes you more and more pain over and over again.

The feeling of two members settling into your insides is simply unbearable. You stagger on the verge of insanity when they both start moving in turn, not leaving you for a second free from the weight of their hard organs tearing you apart from the fusion of the feeling of hellish pain caused by Blade and the pleasure that Jing Yuan gives you, steadily pushing up towards your hips, while one of the his palms are persistently caressing your clitoris. Blade, on the other hand, seems to be less ruthless than usual, filling you deeply and roughly, but as if enjoying the feeling of the tightness of your walls, tightly contracting in painful spasms around his impressive girth.

One of Blade's palms rests on your ass, pressing even harder than Jing Yuan's hand, setting a faster pace to your movements.

— How impatient you are, Blade, — Jing Yuan coos into the warm skin of your neck, moving the palm resting on your thigh to Blade's fingers pressing into your elastic flesh.

— Idiot, stop groping me, — Blade growls again behind your back, pressing even harder on your delicate skin, it seems, instantly leaving bruises on it when you feel how their movements become more careless and energetic.

— But I love both of you!

You feel sick every time you hear any words of love from them. These people are not destined to ever understand true love. What they call love is nothing more than the ugly obsession of two sadists who torture you into unconsciousness every time one of them appears at the door of your room.

Your sobs gradually turn into stifled moans. No matter how much you want to feel disgust, it is drowned out by the treacherous pleasure spreading in the bottom of your stomach. Blade pulls your hair even tighter, forcing you to put your head on his shoulder while his hips meet your ass with loud pops. You can feel the heat coming from his sculpted abs and muscular chest, which meet your back whenever his cock returns to your insides. Hoarse moans and growls come out of his throat, stirring your eardrums.

Jing Yuan, on the other hand, behaves quite quietly, as if just enjoying the sounds of your and Blade's pleasure, trying to keep up with the pace set by the Stellaron Hunter. His lips roam over your skin, making their way from the bruises to your chest, where he stops to painfully squeeze one of your nipples between his teeth.

All this is so disgusting and just drives you crazy from the feelings of shame, self-loathing and fear that are tearing your heart out because your body really enjoys the violence that is being done to it. Their members synchronize at some point, making you scream from the way they seem to stimulate all the sensitive places in your insides when they meet each other through the wall separating them from each other. Your nails desperately dig into your own palms, tearing the skin to blood, but you are no longer able to feel this burning pain when your body is tormented by so many sensations that you are not able to cope with. The dimness of the room gradually swirls and fades before your eyes, and the sounds that uncontrollably fly out of your mouth subside when you feel a tight bubble exploding in the bottom of your stomach, scattering into tiny fragments that travel through every nerve in your body. You give up, you go limp, squeezed between two ruthless men who do not pay any attention to how consciousness leaves you, too keen on how your walls are clamped in a tight vice by their members when an orgasm crushes you. Your warm moisture streams onto Jing Yuan's embossed abs and chest, causing his body to shake in a guttural chuckle. Usually he needs more time or he just likes to stretch out the pleasure, but now he feels like his culmination is steadily approaching the bottom of his stomach, and he is unable, and has no desire to hinder it.

Blade feels the same way, spellbound, watching from under heavy eyelids for your extinct face resting on his shoulder. The sight of your impotence makes his massive cock throb and swell in your tight insides until, almost in unison, moans break from the lips of both men, marking the onset of their culmination. Your still-spasming walls are filled with portions of hot sperm, while Blade lowers his head on your shoulder, and Jing Yuan buries his forehead in your chest, catching his breath after a surprisingly intense orgasm.

The men remain motionless for a while, until Blade finally pulls his hand away from his thigh, irritably freeing himself from under the weight of Jing Yuan's palm and leaving your insides, allowing the sperm to vulgarly flow from your ass down the General's cock and his thighs still resting in your vagina. Jing Yuan picks up your body, gently emerging from under your bound hands and also slipping out of you, arranging your limp figure on the bed. The golden irises involuntarily glance over your vulnerable fragile body, stopping at your thighs, between which the pleasure fluids of all three of you have mixed.

— How wonderful. She's really made for both of us.

The General chastely removes the disheveled hair from your sweaty forehead, admiring your relaxed sleeping face. Blade is silent, taking one last look at you before grabbing his scattered belongings from the floor and leaving the room.

To your great regret, it seems that they both came to the same conclusion, although only Jing Yuan dared to voice it out loud, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before untying the rope on your wrists and following Blade into the bathroom.

#hsr #hsr x reader #headcanons #blade #blade x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jingyuan x reader #jingren #hsr smut #honkai: star rail #honkai: star rail smut #honkai: star rail x reader

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thexsilentxwordsmith · 3 months

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I have been ferally reading through your blog, and it has taken everything in me not to spam like your writing!! it is just so full of emotion, and I'm pretty sure that your works fogged up the windows of my room. XD

Anyway, feel free to ignore if this request doesn't get the writing juices flowing, but could I please request a Simon X Fem reader who is insecure about her small chest and thicker than a snickers thighs that Simon loves?

Much gratitudefor your amazing works! -Shy Anon

READ IT HERE

Well, hello there Shy Anon. It's a pleasure to have you around.

We have plenty to enjoy and that is a compliment for sure that you enjoy my work so much that you can't get enough. And just so you know: you spam like to your hearts content. There's no penalties here for having good taste. lol jkjk

Okay, this one is right up my alley since I can very much relate to the description of reader's body. This is my first thoughts on it: Simon would devour every inch of you he could get no matter what you had to work with. He is a man of devotion and every inch of you he is ready to worship as you are the best fucking thing he has ever had because you are, as long as your energies sync that's it, he is hooked and craving you from sun up to sun down.

And let's be honest, with how much of a devoted munch this man is a nice thiccc (yes with 3 Cs), juicy pair of thighs that can squeeze around his head and make him suffocate against you as he eats his fill is going to get him so fucking riled up that he is going to be going dizzy just trying to get at you. (Add a little bit of a tummy and that man would go to fucking hell and back just to get a chance to show you all his lust; more skin is never a bad thing, not to him. That just means more for him to claim. He's a big man, he can handle it).

All he cares about is making you come as many times as he can, in as many ways as he can, because a girl as sweet and caring and thoughtful as you deserves to be overstimulated to the brink of exhaustion for being the light in his life. You are his goddess and every inch of you is like gold to him; fuck, if he isn't going to be grateful for all that wealth at the tips of his fingers.

I think we are gonna need another body worshipping Simon who makes sure that you know how much he adores your body, insecurities and all; that there isn't one bit of you he doesn't adore and want to show off. Best be ready to wile away the hours naked and writhing as he erases every last worry from your pretty little head. Your body is his fantasy and the only thing he cares about is getting to bury himself in it for hours at a time.

Give me a little to write this out and we are all gonna be in a hazy world of ecstasy before you know it.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut

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northsoulss · 4 months

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dating you I - elisa de almeida

(a/n : i wrote this on a whim during my study break lol. this is how i think dating her would be like, of course take everything with a pinch of salt.)

whispers in the dark, trailing hands touching skin, giggles and laughter spilling from your lips. you stare at her, and she stares at you, eyes curved into crescent moons, crinkled skin with a crooked grin.

i. she looks at you like you hung the stars while you cook her childhood meal. she stares at your back from the kitchen island with a hand on her cheek as you pace around, taking different things from cupboards. you turn around, about to ask her to taste it to see if it needs more salt before pausing, seeing an intense lovesick expression on her face. in her eyes, you looked gorgeous, stray pieces of hair falling over that you tucked behind your ears, hair up in a messy bun, a light sheen of sweat on your forehead and arms. you only laugh, a massive flush creeping up onto your face. she only stares more whilst you shake your head, turning around so that she can’t see your flustered appearance.

ii. you think shes the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen as she helps you remove your makeup after a long day, eyes narrowed with concentration, lip pulled between her teeth to try not to get your makeup remover in your mouth. you laugh as she rubs your lips harshly with the cotton pad to get rid of your lipstick, a mischievous smile on her face.

iii. she thinks nothing could be more perfect than this, her lying face down with your body straddling her back. your warm hands slide up and down her tense back. you plant kisses along her spine as you make your way further down her body, each lingering touch sends an electric shock coursing through her body.

iv. after bad days, you know she would be waiting at home, despite her tiredness from trainings, with open arms and forehead kisses. her touch is comforting when you complain to her about how much of a bitch your boss is, her words like a soothing cup of tea on a cold winter morning.

v. she only realises how much you mean to her when after a fight, you still make an effort to plant sticky notes on the fridge for her to read before she goes to training.

“let’s make up? i promise good food when i’m back from work, love.”

she reads your hand writing completely smitten, looking at it as if you wrote her a poem. she takes the paper with a small smile on her lips, kissing it lightly before putting it in her wallet with the rest of the sticky notes that she has been collecting all year.

vi. you realise she is the one when hanging out with your friends, one of them asks you what is your vision of love and all you can think of is her laughter with that beautiful smile. you find her in all the small tasks you do, like finding a good song to listen to when doing chores, you get reminded of her telling you that this is her favourite song of all time, and it reminds her of you.

vii. when you’re laying in bed with her, face to face, your hearts beat in sync, and you unknowingly move closer to her. you recently read about when people hug, thats when two hearts are at their closest, literally inches apart. a small part of you thinks of that with a smile on your face and she doesn’t miss it. she wonders what you could be thinking of, but thoughts dissipate when when you tug her to your chest, so that the part of her that you love the most can be the closest to where your heart is. so that she can hear how your heart speeds up only for her.

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida x reader #elisa de almeida psg #elisa de almeida fluff #lgbtqia #woso x reader #woso fluff #woso fanfics #wlw love #wlw #wlw post

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sturniolos-blog · 3 months

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Mixed signals - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot ‼️

warnings: smut, p in v, swearing, kissing

(i know some of you said no but im petty soo im writing it for the people that want to read it)

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Sharing a house with 3 boys was exhausting, honestly it was crazy. But since they were your childhood bestfriends you let it slide.

“Chris, come clean up your trash!” I yelled as i wiped down the counters.

“It’s not mine!” Chris yells from his room.

“Chris, come clean it up!” I yell back, I know it’s him i watched him eat, i sigh, hearing footsteps come up behind me.

“God, finally what were you-” I turn around to see Matt.

He smiles, “I’ll do it, we both know he’s not gonna..” Matt says politely, cleaning up the burger king wrappers and soda cup and throwing it in the trash.

“Thanks, Matt.” I smile at him, throwing the dirty paper towel i used to wipe down the counters away now.

I roll my sleeves up to start washing the dishes, turning on the sink when i feel arms wrap around my waist. I smile slightly to myself as my hair gets pulled away while Matt gets access to my neck, kissing slightly, pressing up against me from behind.

I let out a sigh as i try to focus on washing the dishes.

“They leave the house soon, chris wanted to go shopping for some reason and nick said he needs new clothes anyway.” Matt mutters as he kisses below my ear.

I pick up a plate and scrub with a sponge, “Oh yeah? you’re not gonna go with them?” I asked.

Matt let out a hum that sounded like a no, “I told them I had a bad headache, so they’re going to take an uber, which means me and you get the whole house to ourselves.” He smirks against my neck, sucking softly.

“Sounds nice but todays cleaning day, bud.” I laugh.

Matt lets out a groan, “You can clean later, please. I’ve been thinking about you all day.. fuck how good you sound, how good you taste, i can’t take it, n/n.” He bites my neck softly.

I sigh, “Maybe later, Matt.”

I fell him smile against my neck, kissing softly before pulling away, “Thank you.”

I then hear another set of footsteps as i turn and see chris, “Okay fine i guess i’ll-” Chris started but stopped when he saw there was no trash.

“Y/n There’s nothing there! God you made me lose against nick.” Chris groans, running back to his room.

I hear Matt laugh,

I scoff, “Shut up.” I shake my head.

“Yes ma’m.” Matt lets out a chuckle.

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“Okay, we are leaving now!” I hear nick yell from the front door.

“Okay!” I yell back from my room. I was laying on my side on my phone, about to fall asleep as tiktok played.

I hear a specific pattern of knocks on my door, one matt and i made up for each other.

“Yes?” I say, my voice groggy.

I watch as Matt opens the door, smiling as he walks in, closing and locking it before walking over to the bed.

“Matt, i’m so tired and i know i said later but can we hold off-”

“I’ll do all the work.” He says quickly. I sigh, “Please, I’ll do all of it..” He sits down on my bed, his hand going to my waist and to the hem of my leggings.

“But-”

“Please?” He whispers. I let out another prolonged sigh, “I hate you.” I scoff.

“I know.” Matt smirks.

He leans down and kisses me, grabbing my phone that was still in my hand and putting it on my nightstand, our lips syncing together as he climbs on top of me,

one of his knees was in between mine and the other was on the outside of my left one,

He lifts my shirt up and pulls me to sit up as are lips stay connected, “Arms up.” He mumbles into the kiss, as i comply he takes my shirt off for me, throwing it somewhere in my room,

he lets out a hum into the kiss as he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra with one hand, “Fuck.” He whispers as he looks at my breasts, using one hand to massage one and latching his lips on the other,

I let out a whimper, bucking my hips up.

He noticed my whine and started to tug down my leggings, i lifted my hips up slightly to give him better access, he pulled my underwear off to, exposing my already wet slit, as he helped me get my leggings all the way off he kissed down my stomach, to my belly button, and to my clit.

I let out a hiss ass he placed a sloppy kiss on my bud, “Matt..” I whimpered.

He smirked at me before rising up and taking off his shirt, throwing it somewhere in my room also. He leans back down and my legs go over his arms as he wraps his arms around them, diving into my heat.

He licks and nibbles, making me moan out, moaning his name. My hands tug on his hair, “F-fuck, matt!” I moan out, my back arching,

“C-close!” I warn as his tongue speeds up, plunging in and out of my whole, his teeth still grazing my clit as i moan.

“I’m cumming!” I practically yell, my hips bucking into his face as he sucks up my orgasm, licking me clean as i gasp, my breaths slowing down.

Matt smirks and leans up, kissing my lips with his wet ones, making me taste myself.

“So good..” Matt mumbled against my lips,

He then takes off his jeans, showing his hard member.

He strikes it a few times, smearing the pre-cum over the tip, “You still on the pill?” He asks as he hovers over me.

I nod, “Y-yeah, please hurry up,” I whimper.

His hand goes up to my collarbone, practically holding me down, “I know, baby, i know.” He mutters as he rubs his tip up and down against my slit.

He slowly pushes in, making me let out a strain of a whimper.

“So tight, f-fuck so good.” He praises.

His thrusts speeds up as his soft hold on my neck stays there. “Oh my g- mm, fuck so good for me, all mine, g-fuck.” He groans, his groans are so hot.

I felt my orgasm start building again, “M-matt..” I whimpered, my hands going to his hair and tugging as he let out soft open mouth gasps.

“Y-yeah, i know, me too, so close fuck, let go for me baby, go ahead.” He gave me the okay to release, with a loud moan i released for the second time, clenching around him as he soon cummed in me too.

I milked his orgasm as he pumped in me a few more times, “Fuck, so good,” He moaned as he placed his head into the crook of my neck.

He pulls out and immediately starts to get his clothes back on, leaning down and kissing my cheek.

“Need anything?” He asked me as my breaths slowed down, he grabbed a towel from my bathroom and cleaned me up.

I muttered a thank you as he nodded and kissed my forehead now.

“Thanks, i needed that.” He said before leaving my room.

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changed to oneshot!!

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #spotify

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onthewaytosomewhere · 1 month

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Sunday - yeah sentences & last line challenge cuz i'm lazy and doing them all in one

so i've been tagged by some lovely peeps @england-would-fall @taste-thewaste @firenati0n @piratefalls

So I need to get this thing done - as it has been lamenting on my drive waiting for me to just finish it already - and stop playing around with all the other fics so I'm posting it in hopes that might encourage me to get it frakkin' done already - and i wasted hours this afternoon tracking down one detail lol - but hey that's what happens i guess lol

So this is what I have lovingly been calling gotta sign 'em all - it's a little thing inspired by TZP and his fascination with signing a little book (and well, with him being so ACD-coded it just fits) it's a lot more than 6 or 7 sentences but i just need to get some of it out in the ether

They are nearing the end, both of Henry’s ability to continue and the line of people with books for him to sign, when the girl whose book Henry just signed peeks behind him at Alex. She turns the book to the dedication page and gestures towards Alex. “Mr. Claremont-Diaz,” and fuck if that doesn’t make him feel old, but the girl can’t be more than 13, so he sucks it up. “Would you be willing to sign the dedication page of my book? Your story helped me come out as bisexual to my parents; they’re from the US, and my father’s Mexican family is very Catholic. Seeing you have family of similar background who support you after everything happened to you made me hope mine could be as well.” Alex feels Henry’s hand grab his and squeeze it. This is one of the things that still amazes him: how in sync they are with each other. How even though Henry is drained from a taxing day, Henry is there to support Alex unequivocally. He nods to her and reaches for her book. He takes a deep, centering breath and squeezes Henry’s hand once quickly before letting it go with a smile so he can sign. Henry hands him the Sharpie he has taken to carrying in his inner jacket pockets, and he grips the pen, looking back to the girl in front of him. “I am just floored that my story—our story,” he says, gesturing between himself and Henry, because his story is and always will be intertwined with Henry’s, ever since they first started this, “gave you the courage to be yourself. I hope it all went well with your family.” The girl nods, and Alex sees the wet sheen to her eyes, the tears she is attempting to hold back, and blinks to keep his own at bay. “Yes, it did, thank you,” her smile wobbles a little as she responds, and Alex moves the conversation on for all of them. “Who am I making this out to?” Alex asks, pen poised above the page, ready to sign. He pauses a moment to read the dedication he has memorized as she gives her name. [insert sappy – probably not good enough – dedication to Alex - probably something about you and me always maybe breaking down walls] He writes her name in the book, adds a few lines about bisexual solidarity, and signs his name with a flourish. He hands the book back to her, and she looks at the page, smiling at his words. Alex is not the most self-aware man, and he’ll admit this, but even he knows that moment has him feeling things he didn’t think it would.

oh i also got a few of last line tags yesterday so here goes for that too

He decides to help her out and says, “Hey, I see you got your copy of Henry’s book; glad ya got one before the vultures at that shelter swooped in.”

so some no-pressure Sunday tags and well if ya already posted let's just assume ya had an open tag that i snagged and i'll find it lol @adreamareads @anincompletelist @bitbybitwrites @dragonflylady77 @duchessdepolignaca03 @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf (hope ya had a good time in austin Val! (at least i assume based on wednesdays post that's wehre ya were)) @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @junebugclaremontdiaz @kiwiana-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @nocoastposts @priincebutt @sophie1973 @stellarm @sunnysideprince @suseagull04 @typicalopposite and an open tag

#sunday sentences #firstprince #rwrb fic #gotta catch 'em all #this fic needs to get done already #oh and i really need to figure out that dedication lol #oh and get the rest of this written lol

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ijuliet · 1 year

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I NEED I PLEAD AND BEG FOR MORE CUTE BEOMGYU SMUT🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

beomgyu meets the parents (s)(f)

a/n : hehe because you asked so nicely!! also, i deeply apologize for not posting in a while. i have a couple of drafts done with but not happy with, and i really want to write something good for you all!! thank you for all the love too<3 and while we wait here you go!

warnings : meeting the parents (mom and dad), blow job

paring : sub!beomgyu x gn!reader

wc : 0.8k

your relationship with beomgyu picked up faster than you expected. not because you were rushing, but because it felt easy. when you began to label your feelings, you felt as if you were meant to be.

your friends were surprised about how quickly you both were compelled open to each other. when you mentioned beomgyu to your mom, she was jumping up and down with happiness since her child had finally committed to a romantic relationship.

when you were both cramming late at night studying, beomgyu was laying on your stomach as he re-read his philosophy essay out loud. the way beomgyu’s eyes carefully scanned each word to spot any grammatical errors, his perfect pouty bottom lip caught between his teeth becoming a light pink, and the warmth he was giving made you pop out a question without thinking.

“do you want to meet my parents?”

now it’s the weekend, and you were both driving to stay the night at your childhood home. the weather was nice and calm, perfect for rolling the windows down and listening to music. beomgyu’s slim hands stayed on top of your thigh as you directed him where to go, and cheerfully showed him your favorite spots as a kid.

but you weren’t surprised when beomgyu parked the car infront of your home and didn’t want to get out.

“gyu i can confirm that they already love you!” you held his hand as he nervously exhaled. “but what if i say something stupid? what if they think i’m no good for you?” he finally meets your eyes and his sad expression makes your heart crumble.

“do you think i’d listen to them if they don't like you baby?” you reached your hands to cup his face. beomgyu slowly shakes his head. “exactly. i promise, they know that you’re the perfect boy for me, okay?” you reach out your pinky finger like a little kid.

beomgyu doesn’t miss a second and intertwines his pinky with yours, as you both kiss your thumbs in sync.

and you were correct. beomgyu had been so stressed for nothing. your family loved him before tonight, and getting to know his bubbly personality made their love grow even more. your dad even pulled him aside to give him a manly handshake as your mom hurried you both to bed with comforting hugs.

the whole night was intimate, although you wanted to verbally shout how happy you were, you began to quietly observe instead. your eyes followed beomgyu as he took in your childhood bedroom as you changed into one of his shirts. he looked like he belonged, like he had been in this room first hand and was there for many of your core memories.

you came up behind him as he looked at your old posters, wrapping your hands around his waist.

“thank you.” you laid your head sideways on his back and felt a chuckle erupt in his chest. “for what?” he simply asked.

“for coming.” you stood there taking his soft scent in while beomgyu’s hand crawled on top of yours.

beomgyu turns around swiftly and looks down at you for a beat, before coming down and kissing your forehead. when he’s done, he moves on to peck your nose, then your cheek, and then pauses as he hovers over your lips.

the room is still and quiet. “gyu.” you whisper, and finally he interlocks your lips. unlike the many make out sessions you’ve had with your boyfriend, this felt like no other. the taste and desire in both your tongues was different, you could tell that you were both hungry for more.

beomgyu quietly groaned against your lips and you pulled apart. “shh, you just made a good impression baby, don’t want to ruin it, right?” beomgyu quickly nods his head and watches you pull his sweats down.

his bulge was pulsating beneath his boxers as you sank down on your knees and helped him out. “you have to be quiet for me gyu.” you give his tip kitten licks as you taste his salty pre cum on your tongue, looking up from your lashes under him innocently. “mhm. i’ll be the quietest for you.” his voice is strained and sounds choked.

it took you a while to get used to his size in your mouth, but you’ve mastered making him feel good with your tongue. swiping under his length and hollowing your cheeks around him made beomgyu slap his mouth with his hand and his hot cum slide down your throat.

you got up from your knees as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, pressing a chaste kiss on beomgyu’s perfect lips. he panted as he saw the small tears of pain drip down from the corner of your eyes, swiping them away and kissing your forehead.

“i love you, y/n.” he crashes his sweaty forehead against yours and places his hands on your waist.

“i love you too, beomgyu.”

also want to say ty for all the love and support for my writings!!! truly makes my heart gush in the best way possible, ily!!

#beomgyu smut #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu x reader #txt smut #txt hard hours

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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She is a lioness | A. Hotchner

GIF not mine!

summary: It was supposed to be an ordinary day: SSA Aaron Hotchner and SSA [Y/N] [Y/L/N]-Hotchner kissed their son goodbye in front of his school and went to work. They would pick him up after his after-school activities, and they would have their Friday night pizza dinner in front of the tv with Jack’s favorite show or film. But nothing went as it should have.

word count: 5,7k

warnings: Hotchner family fluff, mention of pregnancy and the symptoms coming along with it, shooter in a school, themes of shooting, guns, and children, talk about gun control laws, hefty angst, crying, mention of a panic attack, mention of possible miscarriage, ultrasound examination, BUT happy ending and fluff at the end + not fully beta'd yet!

author’s note: I… uhm… I am really sorry for this one, but the idea got stuck in my head and I have to write it down to get it out of my system. Prepare yourself for some heavy angst.

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING I FREAKING MEAN IT - don’t come for me if you’re upset because you didn’t listen and read those first. You’ve been warned, and I won’t take such bullshit. The warnings aren't there to fill space; you are supposed to read them before clicking on the "keep reading" divider.

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The day started just perfectly: the Hotchner family woke up just in time for the first ring of the alarm, which granted the married couple a few minutes of lazy snuggles and even lazier morning kisses, before a whirlwind of a little boy entered their bedroom and bed, demanding cuddles as well. Even though they got out of bed a few minutes late, there wasn’t a whiff of stress lingering in the air because the couple was a team entirely in sync and everyone knew how to get out of the house on time.

School bags, gym bags, and work bags were piling up in the huge trunk of the massive black SUV they always used to bring Jack to school and to head straight to Quantico after that (plus, the short stop to get coffee for everyone when time was left). Aaron closed the lid because she could never reach it without making a show out of herself, but the brunette always leaned down to kiss her while pulling the lid shut. Smiling against his lips, [Y/N] caressed his chiseled jawline before pulling away. “No time for that,” the woman mumbled, but Aaron stole one last taste of her perfect lips before rounding the car with a smirk on his face. Shaking her head, [Y/N] followed his actions and went to the passenger’s side to climb into the SUV and situate herself. The agent turned her head to look at the beautiful boy in his car seat, drawing pad and crayons in his lap. “Ready for another last school day, love?” Jack looked up and nodded with a huge grin. “Yes! You know why?” She shook her head while fastening the seatbelt. “Miss Sullivan promised to bring her dog! And we’re having lunch! And Theo said he would try to bring his granny’s cookies. They’re like the best, he said.” Softly laughing at the enthusiasm in the backseat, [Y/N] turned her eyes to Aaron, who had started the engine. “Sounds like a lot of fun, buddy,” the father agreed, while she nodded along. “It’ll sure be a fancy last day before break.”

The drive to Jack’s school was quick as usual, even the traffic lights were on their side today, and the entire time they held hands, fingers laced together atop the center console. The boy in the back chuckled at the sight more often than he scrunched his face in disgust, and Aaron smiled through the rear mirror to his son. The agent was relieved more than he could ever express that Jack never had a problem with [Y/N] and had accepted her from the beginning. The worries if his son would ever love the woman who wasn’t his biological mother vanished the day Jack had asked for her with a small “I want Mom, can you get Mom?” And ever since, the pair have been inseparable. Sometimes the FBI unit chief felt a tinge of jealousy rising in his chest, especially during evenings when he couldn’t get a spot near his wife on the couch on time, and Jack had already sprawled his entire small body over hers. But the jealousy soon evaporated because Aaron couldn’t comprehend how his life had turned for the better and how he was granted so much luck and happiness after everything that had happened with Haley and Foyet. He still questioned everything, even though his perfect, loving wife always reminded him that he deserved every ounce of happiness he felt.

“Have an awesome last day, my love.” [Y/N] said her goodbyes to the blonde boy and squatted down near the ground to have the best view of his face. Jack threw his arms around her neck, and the female agent chuckled softly before pressing several loving kisses against his soft cheek. “Mom and I will pick you up after soccer, and we’re having the best pizza night ever, yeah?” Aaron squatted down himself to receive a hug as well. “Okay! Can you bring Captain America? I forgot him at home, and he wants pizza too.” The woman nodded, smiling widely, and pushed his unruly blonde strands out of his eyes. “We can make a detour before heading for dinner. And now up you go, don’t wanna be late!” One last kiss from each of his parents and Jack trotted over to his best friend, who held a huge box full of cookies in his small arms. Theo’s mom waved to the two agents, and the couple waved back before heading to the still-running SUV to get to Quantico finally.

“Time?” Aaron checked the watch on the dashboard at her request while [Y/N] looked through her phone. “Twenty minutes left. We’re good.” And with that, she pulled a number up and dialed. Aaron had a smile on his face, their fingers again laced together on the center console, the comfortable feeling of metal pressed against the side of his finger a constant reminder that this woman truly belonged to him and him alone.

Her voice brought him back to reality. “Hey, Mr. Fernandez. Yeah, it’s Mrs. Hotchner. Oh, I’m great, thank you!” Her smile illuminated the entire car. “Could you get our usual ready? But instead of eleven regular coffees, could you make one decafed? You’re the best - and a lifesaver. We probably need ten more minutes, so take your time. Yeah, see you!” And with that, she hung up and sighed contently. Aaron’s hand detangled itself from her hold to wander over the console and settle atop her lower abdomen. The most loving and softest of smiles etched itself on her beautiful face while covering his big, warm, and protective hand on her stomach, her thumb stroking his warm skin. “I’m sorry for your loss,” the agent on the driver’s seat smirked, and [Y/N] scoffed. “Yeah, yeah. Just shut up because it is your fault that I have to divorce my one true love, caffeine, for the next months. Don’t need to rub the salt in the damn wound.” A bitter look was thrown his way, but the Hotchner just grinned like the happiest schoolboy who successfully asked his crush out. And she didn’t mean it because [Y/N] was over the moon ever since taking that pregnancy test because her period didn’t start - and Mother Nature had gifted her with a uterus working like a damn clockwork, so being just late wasn’t an option. And well, to be quite honest, the married couple didn’t try for a baby, but they haven’t tried to get not pregnant either. The ultrasound appointment two weeks ago confirmed the already screaming bright positives on the at-home tests of which she had taken nine - just to be sure.

And now everything was perfect.

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Until it wasn’t.

It was a hectic day at the bureau, both in the Behavioral and Counterterrorism Units. So it wasn’t unusual that the phone on Aaron’s desk got unanswered, and calls almost always went to voicemail to leave notes or reminders for the busy Unit Chief. But today, [Y/N]’s phone wouldn’t shut up either, which was relatively new. Usually, her work phone would only ring if meetings were scheduled, and her private phone was almost always in silent mode to not disturb their sacred workspace - except for one mail address, two phone numbers, and one app.

“Chief?” The voice of a young agent pulled [Y/N]’s eyes from the whiteboard she had worked on during the last couple of hours. “Yeah?” The agent held her private phone in hand, the display brightly illuminated. “I’m sorry to just grab your stuff, but I thought it might be urgent? It doesn’t shut up.” At the sight of the phone with the custom case made by Jack in one of his art classes, her stomach dropped until it hit the ground of the garage in the basement, and with a few long strides, she stood in front of the other woman and grabbed the phone. “No, no. It’s alright. Thank you, Cornell.” Her voice only faltered as she analyzed the situation and saw all of the notifications, emails, and missed calls. She swallowed dryly and looked up to her team. “You… you guys can continue. I have to check something.” And with that, she fled the room and walked slowly to her table while checking every single mail.

What her eyes read pulled the ground from under her feet entirely, and the agent had to steady herself on the table next to hers. Her breathing quickened, and her heart raced inside her chest, trying to escape the confining rib cage and maybe kill her. Tears stung in her worried and panicked eyes, almost clouding her sight entirely, but she blinked them away hectically to read every single word of the warnings and announcements.

Shooter. Shots fired. School in lockdown. Police forces arrived. Special forces briefed.

She couldn’t breathe. Her airways were constricted by fear and panic, her vision clouded over by dark spots, the sound of blood rushing through her veins in her ears, and her heart pounding up to her throat.

Without saying another word, [Y/N] stumbled out of her unit and headed straight to the elevators. “Aaron… Aaron…,” she mumbled as a mantra but couldn’t call him because her hands trembled like dying leaves in fall. Pressing the floor button multiple times, the woman tried to breathe calmly in and out but failed miserably. Instead, the tears started to fall, and a sob broke through her shaking body. At least the drive up didn’t take too long, but for [Y/N], it felt like an eternity.

The doors opened with a happy ding - such a contrast to her emotional state, it was almost comical - but instead of facing nobody on the way to her husband, she faced JJ, whose face twisted from a surprised smile into a frown full of worrying. “Dear God, [Y/N].” Softly, she pulled the trembling woman out of the elevator, hands on her shaking shoulders. “What happened?” The blonde was worried sick and took the barely outstretched phone in one hand while her other arm snaked around the other woman’s shoulder to steady her against the side of her own body.

She squinted over the opened text; her breath hitched as soon as her mind understood the situation. “I’ll bring you to Hotch,” JJ promised in a soothing whisper and led one of her closest friends through the glass doors into the bullpen of the behavioral unit. During the entirety of their short walk, the blonde whispered encouraging and soothing words but knew that nothing could ease the mind of her friend. She would be in a similar position if it were Henry’s school.

“Hotch, you need to-…” But JJ couldn’t end her sentence because [Y/N] had something to say. “Of all days, why couldn’t you check your phone today?! Why do you have to keep it in your fucking office today?! Why?” The brunette was confused, but a concerned expression settled upon his face while watching his sobbing but fuming wife. Slowly, he crossed the meeting room where his team just had started to go over a new case and raised his hands to stroke over her arms. “What is wrong?” Aaron asked, rising anxiety evident in his on-edge voice. “Wrong? Wrong?! He… I… We can’t…” Again, [Y/N] could barely press enough oxygen to her lungs to keep talking. Everything was so hard, and her head felt light but incredible heavy simultaneously. The thoughts ran a thousand miles per second, and no end was in sight. “You have to breathe, darling. Please. Focus on my voice. Here.” He took one of her sweaty but ice-cold hands and pressed it against his chest, just above his heart. “Focus on that.” But nothing helped, and Aaron didn’t know what had happened. Was it the baby? A panic attack his wife rarely got anymore because her therapist helped more than she could’ve ever hoped for? But Aaron could’ve never been prepared for what he would find out in just a second.

JJ gave him [Y/N]’s phone, face pale as the moon, and his face color followed right into the shade. Aaron felt as if his heart stopped its work completely within milliseconds. The device slipped through his numb fingers and fell to the floor because all he could do was press a hand against the wall right next to him, not letting gravitation win this time. The team started to move in his back, he knew it, felt it, and asked questions, but the only thing he could do now was to pull his wife with the unoccupied arm straight into his chest.

“We can’t lose him,” she sobbed into the fabric of his light blue shirt she had chosen only hours ago. The fingers of his left hand burrowed themselves into the soft fabric of [Y/N]’s favorite blazer, the silver wedding band heavy on his ring finger. “We just can’t… We can’t lose him.” Aaron could feel the barely existing hope within her soul because they saw so much death within their line of work, so much badness and violence, and so little joy. They knew about all the shootings that had happened in the previous months and years, constantly reminding everyone that this country wasn’t safe for children nor any other living and breathing individual. It wasn’t a world where one would want to see their kids growing up, but it was the only world they got, and so it was their responsibility and duty to make it the best place there could be for every single child they wanted to put into it.

Aaron buried his face into the crook of her neck, and he felt tears sting in his eyes. A shuddering breath escaped him, and he tried desperately to find a solution. Anything that could wake him up from this nightmare that had started so wonderfully. But not a single solution came to his mind because there was nothing they could possibly do to change the situation. All they could do was wait and hope and maybe pray if he would’ve still believed in an entity that sat above everything. But which entity or deity would allow such cruelty to exist?

“We’re gonna drive you there, see what we can do, and if there is nothing else to do than to wait, then we’ll wait with you,” Derek’s voice broke the deafening silence in the room, only interrupted by the sobs and heavy breathing of the two parents. Aaron nodded shortly, like a robot, and pulled [Y/N] even closer to him. “I will take him down myself,” the team could hear her mumble, and the brunette hummed softly. “You will not do such a thing. Jack needs his mother because we won’t lose him today. Special forces will be there. You know how these things work. You know that they’re the best.” Facts were always a key to his wife if she faced a major panic attack, and even this time, it helped a bit. “You need to breathe for me, darling, okay? Need to think about the little bean. They need you as badly as Jack and I need you.” It was only a whisper, but JJ, who stood closest to them, picked it up and stepped even closer to rub softly over [Y/N]’s back. “Stress isn’t good, [Y/N/N]. I cannot imagine what you’re going through right now but please, try to breathe at least. Deep and slowly because we need to get your blood pressure down.”

[Y/N] nodded with one quick motion and attempted to do as asked. It worked only slowly, but it worked because the thought of life just starting to develop within her body and a perfect combination of herself and the man who was the love of her life reminded the mother that she wasn't alone. Hope was always there, even if it was minor and barely visible. Children survive this, [Y/N] reminded herself. Jack is one of the smartest kids out there. He survived another cruel situation with scarcely any hope of survival. He can do this again. Swallowing dryly, [Y/N] nodded again against her husband's chest, but still clung to him, not ready to let him go. The fear that he would disappear right in front of her eyes as well was all too consuming. But Aaron knew it and held her close while slowly walking out of the meeting room and down into the garage to take two SUVs to drive the road back they drove along hours ago.

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Her head leaned against the headrest of the backseat, body closely pressed against Aaron's, one of her hands was snaked around his upper arm, while the other one was clasped between his ice-cold hands. The couple held each other close and forcefully, reminding one another of their presence and existence and of the fact that they weren't alone in this moment, that they had each other to lean on and rely on. Aaron mumbled loving words to calm [Y/N] down further, to keep her heartbeat in check and her blood pressure under the bar of the absolute maximum. It helped the unit chief to occupy his mind and stopped him from spiraling into thoughts he had long put behind him. They had healed one another after their encounter, shortly after [Y/N] arrived in Quantico and had almost knocked him over by accident. The memory of that day pushed Aaron to kiss her head lovingly.

"Why don't they do anything against it..." His suit muffled her barely audible voice. "Against what?" He asked softly and pulled her closer as he realized they still had three intersections to cross. "The shooting, the guns, the laws. Everything. It's perversion in its purest form. They expect us to put children into this world to keep society alive but for what? So they can be shot down on the open street by some individual who purchased a gun online or in the store around the corner? Without a psychological checkup? So they can get shot inside the places where they are supposed to be safe from any harm? It's a joke. A cruel and utterly fucked up joke." [Y/N] took a deep, shuddering breath, and Aaron could feel Rossi's look through the rare mirror. "Imagine they would put us in charge without a psychological checkup. If they put a gun in our hand even though they know with utter certainty that we're not cut out for this line of work, for the instrument they just pushed into our hands, knowing we will destroy everything in our way because we can't handle it. Nobody would ever dare to think about such a procedure because they know it is wrong. It is wrong for us, but not wrong enough for trigger-happy civilians." The agent shook her head in disbelief over the world and reality they lived in.

Aaron swallowed and pressed another kiss against her forehead. "I don't know, darling. I just don't know." And he hated every second of it because those were the exact same questions the father asked himself night after night as soon as the reports of another shooting were broadcasted over every tv station in the country. And he needed to know to do something about it because he wanted to create the safest possible world for his son and his future child, that had just started to live inside the safe embrace of his wife's body. But sooner or later, they would come into this world, and the FBI agent had to worry for another life.

"I'll ask the officer in command about the situation. You two will stay put." Rossi threw a knowing look to the parents as they tried to round the stopped SUV after arriving at the scene. [Y/N] braced both elbows on the still warm hood of the car, head between her hands, fingers buried in the braid Jack had assisted her in doing. In her back, Aaron walked from one side to the other, both hands in his dark locks, always stopping for a split second to rub over his wife's back. They weren't the only parents at the barrier between the crime scene and the blocking. Police forces were all over the place, the huge special forces’ vehicles already empty and abandoned.

As Rossi came back, Derek followed close. "Special forces entered five minutes ago to clear floor after floor," the latter told the waiting Hotchner family before Rossi continued. "It's seemingly one unsub. Young man, barely twenty-one. Left a farewell note for his sister, both parents dead." [Y/N] didn't need to be a behavioral analyst to see the pattern clear as daylight. Not after living with one of the best for three and a half years under one roof. "Troubled past, possible depression, suicidal thoughts, no support system, no help at all. He never saw the non-violent exit," she whispered and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fuck." It would've been so much easier if the person was just cruel and evil deep to their core, instead of having a troubled past and never having access to mental health resources to help them deal with everything that haunted them properly. It sucked. "Do they know about any casualties? Injured?" Aaron's voice was back on edge, and [Y/N] didn't want to hear the answer, too scared of the words following. "The emergency caller didn't know for sure. Several shots were heard, but it's quiet for some time now." Rossi's warm voice was close now, and the agent could feel his hand on her shoulder, softly pressing it.

She wanted to mumble a soft Thank you, but the words got stuck in her throat as hectic movement pulled her attention to the barrier where police officers quickly spoke into their transceivers. Wide eyes moved across the many blue uniforms until [Y/N] looked to the school itself and could watch how the double-doored entrance got pushed open, and the first group of kids exited with two special forces officers in their backs. Without thinking, the agent pushed herself off the hood and walked over the concrete, steps unsteady, but they knew their destination, Aaron right at her back. And then, the next group of children exited the building, and both Hotchner could make out a familiar blonde mop of hair. Not wasting another second, [Y/N]'s steps increased their speed, only stopped by an officer's hand on her shoulder. "Try and stop a federal agent again and you can kiss your badge goodbye," she hissed, not minding the rude tone her voice had acquired, and continued without looking back. Aaron shot the officer a warning look as he tried another time to hold his wife, and now him as well, back, and the man took a step away.

She started to jog as soon as Jack had spotted her, and the officer in his all-black gear couldn't stop him even if he had tried hard enough. "Mom! Mommy!" His voice got almost drowned out by all the relieved screams and calls but not for her because she focused on the sound as if he was her lighthouse. "Jack." She didn't think about how she would ruin her trousers as she dropped to the hard concrete ground to pull Jack close to her. His arms were around her shoulders as she kissed his face while crying through the fear and relief she felt. Her hands wandered over his body to check for any injuries, but as she didn’t feel any, [Y/N] felt another wave of relief washing over her. Aaron dropped to the ground right next to her, pulling his two most loved persons in a protective hug.

"Are you alright?" The father asked urgently but softly, and the blonde boy nodded his head while [Y/N] stroked through the blonde strands. "I worked the case," he announced, and Aaron laughed, tears running down his face. "Of course, you did, my smart boy." He kissed his head while rubbing over his son’s and wife's back, kissing her temple multiple times. "I'm so glad nothing happened to you," the mother whispered between sobs and felt Jack's hug tighten. "He will not hurt you, will he?" With wide eyes, [Y/N] looked into his worried little face and shook her head slowly and Jack nodded. "Good, because last time I worked the case, my mom got hurt, and Dad was sad and hurt, and I don't want you to get hurt because I love you and Dad loves you." Aaron dried the fresh tears in his eyes and kissed both on their foreheads. "Nobody will get hurt, buddy, I promise, but we have to take Mom to a doctor. She cried a lot today, and we need to make sure that she and your sibling are alright, okay?" Jack's brown eyes started to shine like the sun above the small family, and he nodded heavily. Aaron smiled, and [Y/N] sniffed a few times, the first attempt at a smile tucking at her lips. "I want to have a sister. Can I have a sister, Mom? Dad? Please?"

With that, Aaron picked Jack up before helping his wife back onto her feet and holding both close to his sides. "That's not how this works, buddy. Would it be terrible if it's a brother?" The boy shook his head while [Y/N] clung to Aaron's side, feeling the wear off of the adrenaline even though her eyes fell on the young man in handcuffs who got pushed inside one of the special forces trucks. She knew what sentence would await him, but she couldn't be empathetic, not now. Maybe in a few weeks, when the shock and the fear finally vanished entirely, and the family enjoyed their break from death, cruelty, and tragedies.

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"Did you feel any discomfort during the day, [Y/N]? Cramps, a stomach ache, period like cramps?" The gynecologist asked while scribbling in her file and waiting for an answer. [Y/N] swallowed thickly, a downcast and gloomy expression in her eyes as she looked to Aaron, who held her hand while she was already lying in the gyno chair, feet propped up in the stirrups. The brunette pressed their interlaced fingers against his solid beating heart and smiled encouragingly. She sighed and looked back over at her doctor. "It was only short but kind of painful. Maximum thirty seconds." The redhead nodded and rolled over to her patient, discarding the file to pull the gloves up. "This has nothing to mean. I will make an ultrasound, and if I can't see anything, I will make a vaginal ultrasound as well, yeah?"

[Y/N] nodded, her hold on Aaron's hand increasing. He pressed multiple kisses on her knuckles and pushed a lock out of her face. "I am so sorry," she whispered, tears stinging her eyes and clouding her view as it already had happened a few hours ago. Today wasn't her day. The Hotchner shook his head with a stern expression in his beautiful dark eyes, kissing the back of her hand again. "I don't want to hear a word about it. Everything will be fine, and if it's not, we will survive it. I will always be by your side, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, remember?" His wife nodded her head and closed her eyes as Aaron leaned closer to press his forehead against her temple.

The gynecologist put her feet out of the stirrups and shook a blue bottle over her stomach. "This will feel a tad cold." The gel was squirted on her lower abdomen and [Y/N] cleared her throat, a tick she had in moments of nervousness and anticipation. Aaron felt the uneasiness settling in her shoulders and pressed several kisses to her cheek. The probe followed close, and [Y/N] closed her eyes to prepare herself mentally for the inevitable.

But the bad news never came. Instead, a fast, bird-like, fluttering sound echoed through the examination room, and the woman who had thought she would lose something nonetheless today opened her eyes in a haze and looked at the ultrasound screen. "There they are. Your bundle of joy is in a very good mood," the doctor smiled while checking the ultrasound. "Is everything okay with her?" Aaron looked at his wife, surprised at the conviction of their baby’s gender evident in her voice, and even the redhead laughed softly. "A mother's intuition, I see. But yes, everything is alright. Your baby is perfectly fine, [Y/N]." Again, tears clouded her vision, and even Aaron couldn't hide them in front of his wife. "Told you," he mumbled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "I will print you some copies, so you have something to hold on to until the next appointment."

With the freshly printed pictures, the couple left the room to find the entire team sitting in the waiting area, distracting Jack until they saw their unit chief entering the room. Wary looks were thrown their way, but [Y/N] showed them a smile and everyone knew: Everything was alright.

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"Thank you for bringing us home," Aaron thanked Rossi, standing next to the SUV, and the older man shrugged softly. "It was the least I could do after everything that happened today." A comfortable silence settled between the two men, and they watched [Y/N] and Jack holding hands on their way over the small stone path to the house's front door. "How is she?" Aaron cocked his head from one side to the other, barely visible. "This day was hard on her, on both of us, and she will need some time not to let the fear consume her, but she will be alright. I don't know what she would've done if Jack or the baby..." Rossi grabbed his shoulder and stopped the worried father and husband from spiraling. "Stop right there, Hotch. Nothing happened. Jack is perfectly fine, [Y/N] and the baby are fine. Nobody died today. Ultimately, it's a good day even though the events weren't. Your wife is a lioness, and she will push through because your woman is a tough peanut." That pulled a soft laugh out of Hotch, and he nodded. "You are right. Thank you, Dave." The older man tapped against an imaginary hat. "Always a pleasure." - "Dad! Come on! Mom and my sister are hungry!" They both looked over in the direction of the softly lit house that radiated warmth and a feeling of home. Jack waved, demanding expression on his face, and Aaron smiled. "I'm coming!" Turning to the agent, he patted his shoulder. "Good night, Dave." And with that, Aaron followed his family over the small stone path, passed flowery bushes, and climbed the three steps to kiss his wife.

Rossi sat on the driver's seat, window down, and watched the fairytale-like scene unfold with a soft and content expression on his face. He could see what Hotch had found and that he would do anything to protect what the universe had granted him. "Can I get a dog?!" At the eager question echoing over the quiet street, the older agent shook his head with a chuckle and finally drove home to let the small family rest after a day full of horror and fear.

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Sitting in the comforting softness of their bed, [Y/N] stroked absently and lovingly over the skin on her stomach with the pad of her thumb while leaning against the headboard and staring up at the dimmed lamps. Quiet steps pulled her slowly back into reality, and Aaron eyed her curiously while walking over to his side of the bed and slipping under the covers. "What are you thinking, darling?" A small yawn escaped her before she could answer him. "How lucky we got today," the woman mumbled, and the brunette hummed before scooting closer and bringing his lips to her lower body half.

"Hello, baby." [Y/N] smiled down on him and her hand moved from her stomach into his brown, soft strands, her nails scratching Aaron's scalp just like he loved it. "It's your dad. I needed to distract your mom because she is an over-thinker, and sometimes she needs some help to escape it. And we hadn't a one-to-one talk yet, so I figured it would be the best diversionary tactic." He stopped to kiss the soft skin of his wife and stared in awe at the slight, barely noticeable curve where his child grew. "And I think I was right because she is awfully quiet now," he whispered conspiratorially and earned a soft tuck at his roots. "I'm just enjoying the view." Aaron chuckled, lips still on her skin, before continuing. "We can't wait to meet you, my love. Your brother is so excited to have you with us that he almost couldn't fall asleep. But he has one of your ultrasound pictures on his nightstand because I wasn't allowed to take it back with me to your mommy. Speaking of which, she is the most incredible woman on this planet." Her heart was so full of love at the sight of her husband talking to their unborn baby, she almost couldn't comprehend the intensity of it. "Yeah, you heard right. She is a badass, always fighting for her family, especially for her children, just like the fearless lioness she is. You're lucking out in that department, sweetheart." [Y/N] caressed his cheek with her thumb. "She is lucking out in every department there is, love," she reminded him with a loving whisper, and Aaron looked up to her, smiling, and kissed her stomach another time. "I hope you'll inherit much of your mom because we need women like her in this world to fight for what is right. And because she is just this amazing."

Sniffing, the tough agent blinked away a new wave of tears because she had cried enough for one day. "Sleep tight, my love, and sweet dreams." One last kiss was pressed against the mini curve of her abdomen before Aaron pulled down her pajama top and moved the blanket over his wife after she scooted down to lie next to him, their bodies touching. He pulled her into his arms like he did every night and kissed her forehead. "So, you're team girl too?" It was only a sleepy whisper, and Aaron nodded softly while moving them into the most comfortable position. "Until the opposite is proven." [Y/N] smiled with her face resting on top of his collarbone, feeling his arms tightly wrapped around her body and telling her that they were safe and sound. "Never gonna happen... G'night, love. I love you." He kissed her head one last time, feeling sleep creeping up on him. "I love you too, darling..."

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Chapter 20: Someone to Love

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

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You almost miss hearing the thunder rumble in the distance as Jing Yuan’s phone starts blowing up with messages and calls. Is this what Caelus’s uncle meant by ending things once and for all? How did he know about what happened to Jing Yuan’s friend? Wait. What happened to the guy? You nervously tap on the article and brace yourself as you read.

Jing Yuan’s old company—desperate to stay afloat amidst poor sales and a terrible economy—had their stocks crash. Jing Yuan’s friend, who had invested a pretty penny in hopes of a high return had lost everything. The company, knowing about his financial situation, had disregarded him, and his situation took a tragic turn. The article continues by saying that this man’s tragic downfall starts with Jing Yuan, the “rich CEO with millions that recommended and brought his friend into a corrupted company with no morale for its employees.”

What the article doesn’t say is what Jing Yuan told you just moments earlier:

“...I told him the consequences.”

Jing Yuan's eyes are glued to his phone, and for once, you know what's on his mind.

His business, partnerships, reputation… It's going to take a massive hit if he doesn't explain. Now you understand what Caelus's uncle and Jing Yuan meant. Are you going to stand by a man who's supposedly a "criminal" for ruining an innocent man's life? Are you willing to put your reputation on the line?

“...Hey.” You put your hand on his arm. “You don’t have anything to hide,” you reassure. “Using these dirty tactics means nothing if they aren’t true.”

“It’s true I referred to him... But, before then, I told him what I knew about was happening.” He closes his eyes for a moment. “Yet, he kept insisting that everything will be fine. At the time, I thought: Fine. I warned you. And it’s not guaranteed he’d get in through my referral alone. So, I did it.” Jing Yuan is looking away from you now. “It was not a smart decision, but I never thought it would lead to something as bad as it did.”

You tilt his head back. “...It’s not your fault.” Jing Yuan’s hand finds yours, and he holds it tightly. “He made that decision. All of it.” You pull him into a hug, and Jing Yuan’s arms go around you. “We’ll get through this. We won’t let him win.”

Jing Yuan wishes he could continue holding you like this. He can feel your heartbeat just like you can feel his, beating in sync.

“If you’re going to miss each other that much…” You and Jing Yuan break apart. Yanqing stands to the side, looking up at the two of you. “Why can’t Mom just sleep over?”

Jing Yuan crouches and picks Yanqing up. “...Dad has to take care of something tonight.”

Yanqing pouts, and you put a hand on Yanqing’s head. “Can you take care of Dad for me tonight?”

“I look after him every night!”

You and Jing Yuan smile, and then he lightly bounces Yanqing up. “Let’s give Mom a goodnight kiss.” Yanqing kisses your cheek, and then Jing Yuan says, “Now, close your eyes for a few seconds."

Yanqing does as he’s told, but he peeks out. When Jing Yuan leans closer to you, Yanqing completely covers his eyes. Jing Yuan’s kiss is brief, but long enough that you crave the taste of him. Then, you hear him whisper in your ear:

“Goodnight, my love.”

But, that night, like Jing Yuan, it’s far from a good night as you don’t get a wink of sleep.

It’s early the next morning when you’re on the phone with Kafka. Your phone is on speaker as you’re making coffee.

“The timing is too strategic and deliberate,” Kafka says.

“He knows about the investigation I’ve been doing,” you say. “It seems like he wants to shift the public’s focus onto other things even though nothing about him has come out… yet.”

“Well, innocent until proven guilty. If what Jing Yuan told you is true, I also don’t think he did anything wrong. The only problem is proving it.” She sighs. “Wait. What am I talking about? I’m supposed to be talking to you about work, for goodness sake.”

“You are… sort of.”

“Anyway, it’s crazy, but the company believes this will work to our advantage. With Jing Yuan in hot water, we can start making moves.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, well, I wonder how long that will last. It’s not like Star Rails has the best reputation here to begin with. Just because someone else is in trouble doesn’t mean we'll get a permanent boost. But…”

“...It’s making our ‘big, bad director’ more suspicious. I’m having another meeting with them today. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Great. Because I’ll be having a meeting of my own.”

It’s not long after you end the call with Kafka that you give the ex-fiancée of Caelus’s father a call.

“...I saw the article,” she says. “It’s all over social media.”

“I want to ask about the recording.”

“...The recording? The one between my brother and him?”

“My theory is that he needed proof. Imagine someone walking up to you and telling you that your wife cheated and had secret children. Who wouldn’t ask for proof?”

“Well… He could’ve asked his niece and nephew to get a DNA test or something… It’s pretty easy to do that nowadays.”

“Sadly, that kind of information is pretty private if they did. I highly doubt I can get my hands on it. I just want to know if you know about the details of that recording. You said it was a private conversation between your brother and him, but were Caelus and Stelle ever brought up? Or, maybe your relationship with their father? Anything that points to the fact that they were children of an affair.”

“...I’d have to ask my brother.”

“This man’s done enough,” you say. “You say it takes one person to ruin a bunch of people’s lives. Well, it can also take one person to save a bunch of people’s lives.”

You hope those words are enough to convince her.

When noon rolled around, you and Jing Yuan got in touch once. It's no surprise he's busy dealing with the aftermath of this fiasco while you're scrambling to get something tangible to nab Caelus's uncle once and for all. What puts you at ease is that Blade and Luocha are with him, but what surprises you is that even Jing Yuan's ex has willingly stepped up to give a statement. The man who died had been a friend of hers, too, and while the tragedy happened during their divorce, Jing Yuan had told her about his warnings to him when they were still together.

March and the others have also gotten in touch, and you could easily picture her annoyed face and clenched fists when she said:

“He’s such a little worm! That fuc—”

“As much as Jing Yuan’s trying to protect himself, he’s also keeping your name out of this as much as possible,” Dan Feng said, and you assumed he took the phone from March. “It’s no secret what that wormy old man is going to do next, so be careful, too.”

“Everyone in Xianzhou is surprised,” Welt said. “No surprise there, but we’re trying to mitigate the situation.”

March sighed. “...Yeah. We can’t sit around and do nothing. It’s frustrating.”

“But, don’t worry, Mom. We also got the almighty JIngliu on our side." You could see the smile on Dan Feng's face. "We got this.”

You walk into a café, and you see the “wormy old man” sitting at the back with a hot drink that you wish you could pour all over him. When you sit across from him, he finally looks at you.

“Not going to get a drink?”

“I’d rather not waste my time.”

“Fine. Let’s get down to business, shall we? Have you decided to stop your little investigation?”

“And if I don’t, will you release an article saying that I’m just as much of a criminal as Jing Yuan?”

“It doesn’t look good for you, considering he’s a competitor, isn’t he? Also, as a woman climbing the corporate ladder, it’s going to make it difficult for you even if you leave Star Rails.”

You almost scoff. “Is that what you also told Jing Yuan’s ex to keep her quiet? After Caelus died, you used this tactic that if word got out she was involved, it would harm her reputation and career.”

“You’re making some bold accusations without any evidence.”

“You used her as a pawn to get what you and the director wanted.”

Caelus’s uncle has a tight smile. “And what would we want?”

“...Do you believe me now?”

The director’s face had gone pale. His arms were on the table, his hands entwined, and he pressed his forehead against them as the words of the recording began to sink in and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He thought he’d knew everything, but this goddamn woman had hid even more secrets from him. She was an ugly blemish on his life that would never disappear, and he wanted to fucking scream.

“Did you know she had children?”

The director slammed one of his hands on the table. “It’s all in the past. I have nothing to do with her anymore.”

“She took your money, didn’t she?”

The director glared at him. “What do you want?”

Caelus’s uncle crossed one leg over the other. “The same as you. Revenge. My brother is someone who only cares about himself. He refuses to give me anything, and he has everyone in Xianzhou fooled that it’s sickening. He came between you and your wife… and she supported him using your money. The hotel that’s thriving in Xianzhou… a large part of that success is because of your hard-earned money, and it’s in the hands of the child my brother had with your wife. If I were you, I’d like to see it go up in flames.”

He knew he had the director right where he wanted him. His face was red as a tomato, fists clenched, and a dangerous look in his eyes that looked as if something snapped.

“I’m sure you know that we’re trying to acquire that hotel right now,” Caelus’s uncle continued. “The project manager in charge of that… I know her very well. A capable woman who’s desperate to climb the corporate ladder. She’s willing to do anything to make sure this project goes through. Her greediness and desperation will be beneficial to us.”

The director’s anger seemed to have subsided slightly when he said, “...The one who presented at the meeting today?”

“That’s right. A pretty one, isn’t she? With the right words, I doubt we’ll have to do much. A woman’s desperation can be a scary but entertaining thing to watch.”

Caelus’s uncle remembers the conversation vividly. It feels like it’s just yesterday. He’s looking straight at you, impressed but also terrified at how much you know. But everything is just speculation. As long as the right people keep quiet…

“...Fine. I’ll entertain you.” He glares at you. “Assuming what you said is all true, there’s no direct evidence that leads to me purposely pressuring my nephew to take his life. There was a full police investigation, and while there was no suicide note, there was also no foul play.”

“You think you have everyone wrapped around your finger, but”—you lean closer—”people are selfish. If they don’t see any benefit to keep quiet, they won’t.”

Just then, your phone buzzes. It’s a message from the woman, and after reading it, you smile.

Your smile doesn’t go unnoticed by Caelus’s uncle. What did you read? Who messaged you?

“You gave us an opportunity,” you say, sliding your phone back into your pocket. “You trying to smear Jing Yuan also put your name in the papers. With him coming out clean, you won’t get off so easily. People can be ruthless when digging up other people's pasts, especially if they're dirty. The more lies you say, the bigger the hole. You won’t get off so easily no matter how much you try to play it off.”

“This doesn’t mean you and Jing Yuan will come out unscarred.”

“...We'll see who gets the last laugh.”

You’ve just exited the café when you take your phone out and reread the earlier message from the woman.

My brother doesn’t have the recording, but… he sent me these screenshots.

Lo’ and behold, it’s written in black and white: a conversation about the recording, but most importantly… one whole paragraph about how Caelus's uncle hates his brother and his desire to ruin his family and “take back what’s his” by getting rid of the children who stand in his way. The way it was written makes you think he must’ve been drunk at the time.

Just moments later, Kafka calls you.

“Like I thought, he denied everything,” Kafka says. “He said he only knew him from the project, but they weren’t involved in anything… personal.”

"Of course, I knew him," the director said. "He was a stakeholder in that project."

“He’s also the brother of the man who had an affair with your wife.”

He quickly stood. “What is this really about, Kafka?”

“I’m sure you’ve seen the article about Jing Yuan. I just found it interesting that the company mentioned in the article… was the same one we were looking to work with many years ago. I did a little digging myself and saw that Jing Yuan left before anything between the companies even began.”

“And?”

“The man that took his life… He was part of the management team that was on close terms with us, wasn’t he?”

“Oh, Kafka… Don’t tell me that you think we came up with this article. That’s ridiculous.”

“This timing is all very coincidental. Perhaps it’s to cover—”

“Your imagination is as wild as some of the people who work here.” Kafka narrowed her eyes. “The employee that you sent to Xianzhou hasn’t been delivering any results. Perhaps she should be thanking whoever wrote this article that the reputation of our competitor is going to go to shit.”

Kafka shook her head in disappointment. “You know what would’ve been the smartest move?” She looked at him straight in the eyes. “You should’ve left Xianzhou alone.”

You almost scoff. “Sounds like he can’t contain his guilt anymore. But… It makes sense. I don’t see how Caelus’s uncle would’ve known about what happened to Jing Yuan’s friend if someone hadn’t tipped him off.” Then, you roll your eyes. “Guess Star Rails was smart to not put their name in the paper.”

“Well, it’ll turn ugly, that’s for sure. Our director fed him this information. And, thinking they had the upper hand, they quickly published it. Now, if Jing Yuan is found to be clean, people will start questioning the person who started this entire thing.”

“Knowing the kind of person he is, I wouldn’t be surprised if Caelus’s uncle drags in our big, bad director and Star Rails so he doesn’t take all the blame. But, I’m glad this case will finally see the light of day.”

“In due time. It’s likely Star Rails paid this journalist to come up with this article if that journalist didn’t bother checking facts.”

“Then, I guess it’s good I have connections of my own.”

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“People are shocked, but not everyone is blindly believing it. So, that’s a good sign.”

It’s late afternoon, and Dan Heng and Jingliu are at a nearby café.

“I talked to Jing Yuan earlier today,” Jingliu says. “It’s the constant explaining to his investors and partnerships that’s driving him a little mad. But, at least the media already reached out to him. Our cute little investigator is also involved. ”

“Cute little investigator?”

Jingliu says your name. “She’s ready to fire bullets.”

Dan Heng puts his hands around his coffee. “...Looks like you are, too.”

“Me? Oh, well, if you call finding a new path firing bullets…” She chuckles. “I suppose.”

“It’ll do well. A physical rehab center for seniors isn’t something Xianzhou has yet. Fits with the market too since the population is getting older.”

“I’m glad people are already looking forward to it. A lot of my younger staff are already thinking about getting certifications. Some of them haven't decided what they want to do as a career yet, and this is something they're considering."

Dan Heng’s hand finds hers. “What about your dad?”

“What do you think?” Jingliu laughs. “He’s glad he doesn’t have to travel to the city if something does happen. In other words, he's happy we found a way out without having anything to do with you-know-who.” She slightly leans forward. “Why do you look down? I thought you also have things figured out.”

Does he? Dan Heng has been trying hard not to let it show, but it seems like he can’t suppress all of his emotions. He looks off to the side, wanting to pull his hand back when she holds it tightly. Is it childish to tell her what he truly feels? Probably. But it’s better than keeping her in the dark. So, he looks at her and says:

“...I’ll miss you. A lot.” Jingliu gives him a small, reassuring smile. “But knowing that both of us have our own thing going on, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“I don’t know about other people, but”—Jingliu holds his hand—”I prefer this than being stuck with each other all the time.”

“I thought you might say that.”

Jingliu leans back and glances out the window. “You asked when was the last time I’ve been on a date. Well, I’ve been on a couple… but obviously they never worked out.” She looks back. “Some people told me I was too assertive and that men liked a woman who’s a little dependent on them.”

“...I’m sure there are people who fit that mould, but”—he smiles—”we do our own thing, regardless of what other people say.”

“I think that’s one of the things I like about you, Dan Heng.” The unexpected compliment makes his face warm. “Out of the years I’ve been training you, you don’t sway easily by what other people say. Whether it’s about your performance or decisions… You think about whether what people say has merit. That’s not something easily accomplished by someone your age.”

“I’m not young anymore.”

“Well, some people never get there.”

“...There’s one person whose opinion I want to know about.”

Jingliu laughs. “My dad?” Judging from the look on his face, she was right. “Oh, he’ll love you. Don’t worry.”

But his legs still feel like jelly every time he thinks about formally meeting him, anyway.

◆◆◆

Dan Feng is lying half-naked on a table with acupuncture needles sticking out of his shoulders when March walks in. He glances at her and sees she already got his bag of medicine. She slides the door shut, and he can no longer hear the outside conversations. It’s just him and her.

“Luocha says Jing Yuan will be fine,” March says. “Looks like Welt’s Ms. Femme Fatale got some dirt on Caelus’s uncle that will really shut his mouth once and for all. Hallelujah!"

“You talking about Mom?”

“Stop calling her that,” March deadpans. “It’s weird.”

Dan Feng tilts his head to the right as if he’s a puppy. “Why? You call JIngliu Mom. With how things are going, you might as well start calling Dan Heng Dad."

March makes a disgusted face. “That’s different.”

“Well, we have time to spare. Enlighten me, dear March.”

“You’re not that much older than her.”

Dan Feng gives her a deadpan look. March ignores this and pulls out her phone. When she slips it back into her pocket again, Dan Feng asks, “You waiting for someone?”

She sits on a nearby chair. “...I’ve been back in touch with some people I knew in the entertainment industry.”

“Are you excited?” March looks at him. “You’re going to be performing on music shows, aren’t you?”

“Actually…” She takes a small breath. “The contract I’m going to be signing is for acting.”

“Acting? You’re going to be an actress?”

“I was talking to Welt about it the other day… How cool it would be if his novel got a film adaptation. I joked that I could play our Ms. Femme Fatale, and then he literally said ‘Well, why not?’ Just got me thinking… considering it looks like everyone is stepping into new things. I don’t want to fall behind.” When Dan Feng doesn’t say anything, March starts fidgeting. “If you’re going to laugh, then just do it. Stop making me anxious.”

“Why would I laugh?” Dan Feng rolls his eyes. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”

“Yeah, well, you—” March stops and stares at him with wide eyes. “What did you say?”

Dan Feng would've shrugged if he could. "It's just something I noticed. You have a natural talent for singing but you wanted to try dancing. When you got good at dancing, you wanted to try producing and writing your own songs. I don't know. I guess it's cool that you don't settle just because you're good at one thing."

March’s jaw drops.

“You look like a fish out of water,” Dan Feng continues.

“I, um, well… That’s…”

“Your face is turning red.”

She huffs.

“Now, you look like a blowfish.”

She walks over and gently pokes one of the needles. “Don’t make me stab you.”

“Ooh, I’m terrified.”

March moves in front of him, and Dan Feng watches as she gets at eye level with him. What is she doing? If only he can move.

“You know what I hate about you?”

Dan Feng holds her stare. “Everything?”

She sighs and moves closer. “...Yeah. Everything.”

A small smirk. “Well, you won’t hate me if you come just a little closer.”

“Sounds sus, but—”

It takes March a moment to realize that Dan Feng is kissing her… while lying half-naked on the acupuncture bed.

◆◆◆

When you finally see Jing Yuan, it’s late afternoon, Things have finally begun to settle down as he’d finished talking to reporters and took care of things internally to come out with a statement. But, most importantly, he still had the texts between him and his friend that proved his innocence. Now, all that’s left is to wait.

You, Blade, and Jing Yuan are having tea at Jing Yuan’s place when you say:

“I feel like I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

“Bet you didn’t think you’d be going through all of this when you first got here,” Blade says.

“It’s something I’ll never forget, that’s for sure. But… not everything’s finished yet.” You put your tea on the table. “I’m officially working with the media on an article exposing Star Rails.”

“Wait,” Jing Yuan says. “...But, you’re still working there.”

“Yeah… Won’t this get you into some pretty big trouble?” Blade asks.

“If you mean launching a new career, then… yeah. I suppose so.”

“A new career? You mean…”

You’re looking at Jing Yuan when you say, “If things go well… I might be offered a contract as a freelance journalist covering local news here." Jing Yuan feels his heart soar. "Of course, this is just the start… The more experience I get, I can start a newsroom here.”

Your words wash his fatigue away as he pulls you into a hug. “The best news I've heard all day. You’ll do so well, love.”

“Hm… Interesting. Perhaps we’ll even work together.”

“Work together?” you ask Blade as Jing Yuan lets you go.

“The university I work at is interested in building a small agricultural campus here. It's partly why I'm here."

“Are you overseeing this project?”

“That’s right. I’ll also be relocating here to teach.”

Your jaw almost drops. “Wow. I bet Yanqing will be happy to have both of his dads here.”

“...I asked Yanqing not to call Blade that anymore,” Jing Yuan says.

Before you can ask, Blade notices the time and says, “All good things have to come to an end, I guess.” He stands. “But, at least I still get to spend time with my favourite kid.” You and Jing Yuan walk Blade to the door. “I’ll drop him off later.”

Jing Yuan nods, and you and Blade say a quick goodbye.

Once Blade leaves, you jokingly ask, “Is someone being too protective of Yanqing now?”

Jing Yuan walks up, puts his hands around your waist, and leans closer. “I don’t want people to think you also belong to Blade.” The thought has never crossed your mind, but it makes sense… as Yanqing calls you Mom. Jing Yuan’s forehead is against yours when he says, “...You belong to me.”

Your mind goes into a daze when his lips meet yours. Soon, his hot mouth once again takes you on a wild, wild ride, unleashing a flame within that quickly spreads throughout your body. Your fingers weave through his hair; his grip around your waist tightens, and he pulls you even closer until your body is flush against his. Your teasing touches dance along his broad shoulders and muscular arms, fanning the fiery flames of desire that he can no longer hold back.

The world becomes a blur as Jing Yuan lifts you effortlessly. With his hands on your hips, your legs around him, you gasp as his sinful, delicious mouth travels from your lips to your neck and then to your collarbone, leaving a burning trail in its wake that makes you long for more. A soft moan. A quiet gasp.

Then, you feel his breath against your ear.

“Let me hear more, love…”

You breathlessly say his name when he finds that sensitive spot on your neck.

“...I’ve waited too long.”

Soon, his tongue teases and dances with yours, and he’s kissing you as if it’s the last. You pull the red ribbon, releasing his hair from its confinement. Then, with your hands cupping his face, you say:

“...Love me, Jing Yuan.”

Chapter 21

End notes:

Muahahahaha the smut has finally arrived. I really want to try upping my game when writing smut lol so let's see how this goes.

The next chapter is the last! I'm surprised I actually kept this within a reasonable length lol. My initial want of keeping this within 20 chapters wasn't too far off. *pats self on back*

Tag list: @suoshiii @lordbugs @lxry-chxn @seirenspinel @immahuman @queencybow @nqctre @grimreapersscythe @winterpein @asakenajustexistshere @sunsethw4

#jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x you #hsr jing yuan #jingyuan x you #jingyuan x reader #honkai jing yuan

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levmada · 1 year

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gee, my friend!! congratulations on 2k, that’s a big number fr 💙

levi and 8. shielding the other one with their body (can we… shield levi? 👀)

thank youuuuu suki <3 plot is sponsored by a fic i read a while lol. idk what’s up with my writing style in this one but djfjsjdjgj also nanaba is nb because.

//gn!reader, canon-typical violence, injury | ~1.8k

To think that an abandoned town like this—surrounded by a moat, watchtowers and all—is a safe haven during the night, but by daybreak, the formation is just as vulnerable as if they'd camped in a meadow.

The bright day gave eyes (in addition to Miche's supernatural sense of smell) crystal-clear visibility, and so the presence of approaching Titans was caught well in advance. They wandered in threes, but in exchange for the advantage of no abnormals to contend with, there were plenty of numbers all attracted to the scent of human flesh.

But there was time. That's the reason elite soldiers like you and Levi were chosen to evacuate the field hospital—what once was a stone watchtower. Erwin commanded that the objective was to outrun, not fight.

His speed and your level head, besides your close relationship that made you act in-sync was perfect for a mission that made it imperative to work together.

You both started at the exposed top floor and worked your way down, ushering the rest of the injured that hadn’t yet, or couldn’t, escape all on their own. One medic joined you.

Good progress has been made so far. You and Levi, and three others counting the quick medic, descended the stone steps now to the first floor. Louder than your heart in your ears was the cocophony of shouts, snapping reins, thunderous steps and the gnashing of jaws just outside this structure. Your lungs burned. Almost out.

Fingers the size of your own body slam through the wall into the narrow stairwell, causing a roaring crash you feel down to your bones.

Levi acts fast and in one enormous slice, frees your way. Fingers to be replaced by a hoard of steam, and a monstrous roar. "Hurry up!”

He leaps down the steps with effortless agility, not pausing for whom he trusts will stick to his heels—and of course you do, tailed by two moaning, injured men, and the grim medic. She has done well to keep her head.

The first floor has been the most spared from the chaos—so much so every cubicle curtain is still upright, even. No sound of howling for help or terror, except a woman with expressive blue eyes and a cast. You mistake her frightened yowling for a cat at first.

"Get them out!" Levi orders you. "I got this one."

You don't think, you act, and throw your body against the thick oak door. The medic is a small woman, of course not cut out for combat, but she joins you. The wood is stuck stiff, probably from the damage done to the tower's integrity.

"Shit."

"We can do this," you insist. "Keep going."

Both men volunteer to shove alongside you, as best they can. Every crunch of stone, sometimes cascading feels like a taste of death. There's no way in hell the third floor is still intact. It too is most likely exposed to the air, where humans can be picked up and treated as a snack. You're running out of time.

But you're close to freedom, so insignificant to mean getting out of this tower, you think bitterly. The door protests and groans, but you're close. The lighter whining of the bed as Levi ushers her up is like a warning siren.

Just a little—

The sound like a mountain snapping in half behind you seems to come long before the ceiling physically collapses.

Levi.

Again, again, you don't think, you act, rocketing back from the door with a shove and into, onto—doesn't matter—Levi mid-run, before the weight of the world comes crashing down on top of you.

It sounds, when you can hear, like distant thunder for some reason. You're within, now, a very, very small coffin. Then you hear no more.

Levi is the first to blink rapidly from unconsciousness and coughs, then squeezes his eyes shut. Dust. Can't breathe. A grueling headache. He remembers it found him first in sleep.

After taking account of his own state, he surveys his surroundings, or lack thereof.

Not rock, or not just rock, but dead weight lays upon his curled-up form like a massive blanket. Fortunate, he thinks at first, that it's dark and his vision keeps warbling in and out of clarity, because he can't tell which name this corpse belongs to.

One second later, the bliss of ignorance shatters. He barks your name, blinking wildly in the cramped, heavy darkness. He commands himself to get calm.

His hand, the one not pinned underneath himself, finds purchase in your neck. He thumbs your pulse and turns his head. Where are your breaths? At first he thinks his nose finds your cheek, but it's your bleeding forehead. He smells blood. Your blood.

Fuck—disgusting.

He feels a solid pulse, and, awkwardly nuzzling the side of your mouth, slow, warm breaths wash over his cheek. A weird noise leaves him, hitched like fear and a low moan in pain and ultimate relief.

Blood is fresh, he thinks in a flurry. It can't have been long since the tower collapsed. Everyone else is surely dead—or he'll treat them that way until he can guarantee he and you are making it out of this.

He forces his incessant panting silent, groping over your back inch by inch so he can to shield your head from further harm. It's all so far away, worlds away, but he hears Titans.

Keep breathing. Keep breathing.

He squirms his head, half-laying on his back now, and his lips touch your ear.

"Wake up," he grunts, very aware then that he's wasting his air. You and the others have been buried alive under rubble. He can't waste both your supplies of air saying your name or begging you not to die, or you'll most likely die anyway.

He could risk crawling out on his own, but that'd mean risking the rubble he displaces crashing right on top of you. It's bad enough that you shielded his body with your own. You could've died on impact. You could die.

Can't climb up either. He's strong, the strongest he’s aware, but not even he can lift a ton of rock.

"Stay alive," he settles on, bullying his other arm up past your shoulderblades. Small bits of gravel and rock shift. With the most coverage he can, he shields the length of your spine. If something happens to your head or spine, that means death for sure, one way or another. It's all he can do—he can't get on top of you.

His heart throbs. Dammit, why couldn't he have been faster? If he'd went for the door before you, he could've gotten it open and most everyone out. Why did he try to save everyone? Now it's just him and you.

Every time this kind of situation has happened before, he’s always the only one left.

"Stay alive..." he mumbles in your ear, then your name. "Don't die on me."

His splitting headache makes it hard to deliberate or even think any more. Whenever he catches himself nodding off, he bites his tongue until it feels like it’s splitting in half, using the pain to stay awake, and devoting constant concentration to tracking your thready, but steady breathing.

When, under the clashing of shovels and shouts, you're both uncovered and your bodies are lifted from the rubble, Levi is found bloody, the only one conscious but delirious, and clutching your body as if you were lovers in bed—not soldiers pinned under tons of stone, dust, and rubble.

You're the only two out of five living.

You wander to wakefulness finally, on a bedroll, parallel with a half-dozen of your comrades who were injured during the attack. You distantly think that five is a good number all things considered, before you turn your head, and wince.

I’m injured…?

Blinking the haze and blur from your vision, the first thing you notice with any meaningful clarity isn’t the clean blue sky through the forest canopy, but in your far-back peripheral: Levi. He sits up against a towering oak, hunched with his knees tucked to his chest. One sword lays balanced across his knees. His fist clutches the grip tight despite his angry knuckles and bloody fingertips. His dull eyes stare vacantly forward, expression hard like a stone.

Which doesn’t even twitch when you say his name. It’s like he’s keeping a statue’s vigil. The only thing living or waking about him upon squinting is the rigid pattern he taps his leather boot in. Tap… tap, taptaptap… tap… tap, taptaptap…

Movement around you is slow—the formation has evidently traveled since… since the tower came crashing down on top of you, you now remember with a start. Tents are up, tendrils of soft smoke billowing up around the area. Lunch.

“Levi?” you ask again, in a weak voice. You tilt your head back to peer at him upside down, because it hurts too much to raise it. “Is… Did we…”

“Hey, Lieutenant. You’re awake,” Nanaba greets with a relieved sigh. You didn’t notice them approach.

They stand over you now with their hands on their hips. The tapping doesn’t stop—or rather it hardens at the approach of someone new.

“What happened?”

They crouch down. “Well… Shit. This is gonna be hard to hear, but only you and Levi survived. I think…” They cast a quick glance in his direction. “I think the Captain’s in worse shape than you. He hasn’t really moved since we got here. Refused any medical, but that’s nothing new.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must’ve been torture for him, riding with no placement near the injured wagons. Duty calls.

He doesn’t appear to hear you and Nanaba talking about him right in front of him, but you know better. His dull eyes narrow despite the hundred-yard stare in them. He keeps tapping.

“I have him taken care of,” you volunteer without thinking. “Um. Well, you know.”

Nanaba looks pained, then scoffs without any humor in it. “I do. When our squad found you…” They trail off.

He protected me, didn’t he? you think with painful fondness. Even when you protect him—and it’s exceedingly rare Levi needs protection at all—he finds a way.

“How… How long were we?”

“A couple of hours. Chances are, he was awake the whole time. So. Try to get him to take it easy,” they say.

You huff in astonishment, eyes wide. Hours. Buried alive for hours. “I’ll try.”

They nod. “Rest up.”

Nanaba leaves you both, or rather leaves you. You lay in silence for a little while longer until you find resolve to slowly push up into a sit. The tapping persists, but your eyes meet for the first time. Despite the state he’s in, his gaze is so intense you want to look away.

“Thank you for protecting me… Hey. Even you couldn’t get out of all that rubble, so, you stayed awake and made sure I was okay. Thank you, Lev’… Now that we’re here, and I’m awake, you don’t have to guard me anymore,” you chuckle lamely.

It’s a plain reassurance, but your head is pounding. You’re still weak.

The tapping doesn’t change. You recognize the technique he’s using to ground himself for what it is, besides his blade being cocked for all to see despite the peaceful area. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking, but maybe he isn’t, and that’s just it. That’s what’s wrong.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you say again. “Can I sit with you?”

His severe gaze drops. A crack in his armor appears when his shoulders deflate. The tapping slows.

Carefully, you shuffle back, giving his blade wide berth, and sit so your sides are touching.

You rest your head on his shoulder. At first he goes rigid, and then seems to slump completely.

“Everything’s okay, Levi.”

Tap… tap, taptaptap… tap… tap, taptaptap…

“…How’s your head,” he asks, or rather says in a soft rasp.

“It hurts. But that means I’m alive. Thanks to you.”

“Don’t be a fucking fool,” he seethes.

Your lips part.

“I was useless. And I’m the reason we were crushed. Staying awake all that time counts for shit.”

Each sentence, blandly spoken, comes seemingly punctuated by an invisible blow.

You stare. You kind of want to slap him. “I had three others trying that door with me. It wasn’t enough then, either… but we’ll never know if it was inevitable or not.

“Waiting was everything you could do. Ha… You gave your whole heart, as always. If you really wanted to be useless, you would’ve had to die.”

His chest wracks, and a sound that’s both a weak gasp and a surrendering, yet silent sob. His head bows and the tapping fails. You reach over and touch his gnarled knuckles.

“It’s okay.” You kiss his greasy hair and embrace him best you can in this position.

It’s okay. You can’t ask for solace, but your continued hearts’ beating, that you can, and that he gave you.

#levi x reader #hurt/comfort #levi x you #levi x gender neutral reader #levi ackerman angst #levi ackerman x reader #levi fic #levi ackerman fanfiction #2k event

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rafedaddy01 · 8 months

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“As a special treat tonight, I’m going to sing a little something I came up with while writing this song”

“I bet your house is where my other sock is”

“How quickly can you take your clothes off pop quiz”

I lip synced this last part as I made eye contact with drew in the crowd,

“It’s my birthday tomorrow I want dick please”

The crowd went wild as drew smirked.

I finished my set and thanked everyone for coming out tonight and I made my way backstage, ready to get out of these clothes and head home.

“You know I’m really good at reading lips” a voice behind me said, making me jump.

I looked up in the mirror I was sitting in front of in my dressing room and saw Drew’s figure.

“I know” I said smirking as I unpinned my hair. Letting it fall down to my shoulders.

He watched my every move from the back.

“It’s almost midnight.. what do you say I give you your birthday present a little earlier?” He said lowly as he walked closer.

I turned around and looked up at him

He closed the gap between us as he leaned down and pulled me into a kiss.

I pulled him closer by grasping the back of his neck, making us almost tumble out of the seat.

He pulled away and we both giggled

“I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me since we met” I said biting my lip

“Me too” he said smiling.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me to the couch I had in the corner of the room

He laid me down and hovered on top of me

“Just because it’s your birthday I’ll be gentle” he winked as he kissed me, moving his kisses lower down my body. On my neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, and lastly, stopping as he came face to face with my clothed core.

He looked up at me, asking for permission.

Of course I granted him, nodding my head and biting my lip.

He smirked as he slowly slid my panties down my body.

I had gotten undressed prior so there was not many items to take off. Only a lacey bra and matching panties with a white silk robe. The robe long forgotten on the ground with the panties now, leaving me in my bra.

He grinned at how wet I was.

“I hope you weren’t this wet while on stage, naughty naughty” he tsked as he kissed each inner thigh.

I groaned at the lack of affection he was giving.

“Drew..” I moaned as his kisses ran higher, stopping just before the area I needed him most.

His nose nudged my clit, making me jerk back.

“Oo sensitive” he teased as his fingers danced up my thighs.

He grasped them and pulled me closer to him on the couch.

He got comfortable on his knees and got to work.

His lips glided over my sex, tongue stopping on my slit and licking up.

A small whimper escaped my lips.

He carefully placed his mouth on my clit and sucked, flicking his tongue ever so slightly to get me worked up.

I whined and wiggled as he went slower and slower, indulging in every moment, taking in every facial expression I made and every sound that came out of my mouth.

“Drew.. please” I begged.

He gripped my thighs harder as he pushed my body down and devoured my harder.

I moaned and screamed his name as his tongue worked magic on me.

Working it’s way inside me and tasting everything I was giving him.

I gushed all over his face, soaking his tongue.

He pulled back and my juices sat on his chin as he used the back of his hand to wipe it off

“Taste so good” he mumbled as he came up to my face.

I pulled him in for a kiss, tasting myself made me more aroused

“Fuck me” I groaned as he pulled back.

He undid his belt and slid his pants down with his boxers.

His hard dick shooting up, making my mouth water as I imaged how itd be pulsating inside me.

He pulled me up a bit as he positioned himself to my entrance.

He rubbed the tip of his dick to my clit, getting me wetter by the second.

I moaned as he slid his dick in between my folds and teased my bud once more.

“Shit” I arched my back, giving him the perfect opportunity to slid inside me

“Oh” I whimpered at his size stretching me out.

“Happy birthday” he groaned as he slammed his hips against me.

@v21sstuff

I hope this is what you wanted. I tried my best 😭This is a request for one of sabrina carpenters songs ‘Nonsense’ and how she does the outros for them.

#outer banks #rafe cameron #drew starkey #smut #dark rafe cameron #outerbanks #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #fanfic #drew starkey smut

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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ALRIGHT T. TENGEN WITH PROMPT 15. the song kind of implies nsfw so we'll go with that please 💖

MILESTONE 5.0

Hiya! 💗 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING YOUR DRABBLE. Lowkey felt like it was turning into a one shot, but it was actually shorter than I thought. 😆 Def my fave Tengen fanfic that I've written (thus far) !! 🥳

You’re moving different when we making love, baby tell me, tell me, who do you love, do you love now? — Who Do You Love

CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, implied cheating, oral

Tengen knows he should call you out on your bullshit, just as he knows you’ve always been sensitive. You’ve always giggled when he pinches your earlobe, bright sound hitching as he leans closer, low whimper in your throat at the feeling of his tongue sliding smooth and soft from your tragus to the corner of your jaw. Just as you’ve always gasped into his mouth when he pulls you flush to his chest, breasts warm, nipples perking at the friction from his shirt, hands memorizing the tautness of his obliques as he cups your head, the curve of your ass. And you’ve always, always parted your legs for him: large palm shoved between your thighs, most of your weight supported by his build as you lean into him, unsure whether to grind onto his fingers, or to wait patiently as they graze over and over and over again, just barely applying enough pressure, and—intentionally—missing the ache in your clit.

He’s always been good, great, at frustrating you. Sexually. Finally tugging aside your panties—Please Tengen, I swear I fucking, just, p-please—smirking at their dampness, the stickiness of your essence. Always savoring a taste, eyes closing at your bittersweet pleasure, promptly returning for More, grinning into your kiss as you wiggle until his sweatpants fall off of your hips. You’ve always enjoyed “borrowing” his clothes. He knows your body, your moods, as well as he knows his own. In tandem, in sync. Carrying you to the bedroom, your ankles hooked behind him, tits bouncing slightly, precum leaking—tip smearing on your skin—with every step. Locating the nearest piece of furniture, bending you over it, quietly asking you to spread your cheeks, knowing your folds will always glisten, puffy and lewd, when you do. Too impatient, dangerous groan filling the living room as you get on all fours, ass presented prettily, even prettier after he slaps it, dropping to his knees so he can bury his face in your cunt, initially careful about jostling you, eventually too pussydrunk to remember. You always end up with rug burn.

He knows he should call you out on your bullshit, just as he knows you’ve never rejected him. Sure, you’ve said No. He’s said No too. Sometimes, the tandem wobbles. Sometimes, snuggling on the couch while your current obsession plays on the TV, or while reading a book, or while listening to music, or while taking a nap, is better than making love. Falling back in love is always better than fucking. Until now.

Until he learns that rejection doesn’t just sting. It decays. Decays the suppleness of your pussy suffocating his cock. And the satisfaction of your eyes welling as you struggle to deep throat him, spit dripping messy and shiny beneath you.

“C’mon baby, you can do it, hm, you’re so good for me,” he murmurs, one hand keeping your hair out of your face, the other keeping you gagged on his cock, tip twitching at your wet, choked noises.

“I-” you pull away sharply, something unfamiliar sunken dark and stiff in your glare, “I don’t want to.”

And then he knows.

Of course, it’s fine if you’re not in the mood. It’s fine if he’s accidentally pushed you too hard. It’s fine if you need a moment to reset. To reassess. To reassure each other.

But what does he do when you’re looking through him?

What does he do when you’re lukewarm to the touch?

What does he say?

What can he say?

Tengen knows he should call you out on your bullshit, just as he knows you’ll still promise I love you.

Always?

Always.

#milestone event #5.0 #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #sound hashira #drabble #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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The Boy I Love (Ove Bell x Reader)

Ove Bell is my OC, this is for @call-me-aesthetic especially 💕 Hope you enjoy! ^^

TW: One cuss word. I think- (very mild cussing)

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The boy I love is a jokester.

“Ove…”

“What? I’m scared, s/o. Aren’t you gonna be my knight and shining armour and protect me?~” he playfully reacted as he placed his hand on his hand to look exasperated.

The two of you were in a haunted house as a Halloween date, and you knew jolly well that Ove wasn’t scared of it one bit. No, he just wanted to act scared to cling to your arm… actually no, just cling onto you.

“Are you done pretending?” You raised a brow, monotonously asking your boyfriend. He gasped, touching his chest offendedly. “When your love is in distress, fear, anguish and helpless without you? Oh, how cruel can you be, my snuggle bug?” Ove sighed as he sounded hurt, but that wide grin on his face says otherwise.

“Snuggle bug? Cringe.”

“S/oooooo,” he wrapped his arms firmer around your arm, chin resting on your head. “Protect meeeeeeee~”

“Oh my sevens…” you smiled at him, as he smiled at you back.

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The boy I love has bad taste in movies.

“What are we watching?” You asked your boyfriend while looking baffled at the television screen.

You would’ve expected horror, comedy or thriller from this man but…

“It’s an alien invasion movie.”

“Why is the alien invasion movie all stop motion and have un-sync lip sync?”

“It’s from the 1970s.”

You groaned. Oh my god. I mean sevens.

Your boyfriend decided to pick a movie so outdated and cheesy, the plot is almost so cliche with the main characters obviously using the power of friendship to save the day, characters that have the most nonsensical thinking and scripts.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty and I’m not gonna roast you for watching something so awful,” you laughed at the movie for how awful it is, that is somehow became a good film?

“I know. And I know you love the show, too.”

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The boy I love learns something new for me

“Ove?”

“Ah shit… this’s embarrassin’…” You faced Ove who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading a poem out loud with a bunch of papers that had messily written verses scribbled with lead.

“I suck at words and I… I heard poetry was necessary for Valentine’s Day..? That and I had other things prepared but writing is a pain in the ass…”

You picked up one paper, reading it. “ ‘Your eyes are diamonds, your teeth are pearls, your hair is silk and your skin is glitter’? That is so cheesy~ I didn’t know you’re that type of guy, Ove,” you teased him, catching a rare sight of him blushing a glowing red on his cheeks.

“Well, sorry, I’m trying. It’s my first time writing something like this you know,” he huffed, pouting as he crossed his arms. “And I really do think so…”

You smiled, touched by his words and you kissed him on the cheek. “Well, I feel very loved, and it’s the feelings from you that matters to me.”

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The boy I love carefully thinks of meaning.

“What the heck…” You entered your room to see green glow-in-the-dark stars messily pasted across your room, with a bright moon and sun lamp illuminating the dark room with a golden glow.

Not that it was bad or anything, but why? You walked over to the drawer at the side of your bed to see a note. More specifically, a note from Ove.

“Did he do this while I was gone?” You asked yourself as you sat down and read the note with the help of your two new lamps.

You’re the stars, the moon and the sun of my world. I did. this so you’d remembered that.

-Ove Bell

PS: I’m getting better at poetry, am I right? Also all this costed me a fortune from Sam’s store so please say you like it I worked hard-

You scoffed lightly, shaking your head as your cheeks bloomed pink. Your boyfriend is such a cheesy little freak.

Sevens, do you love him so much.

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The boy I love tries his best to make me happy.

“Hey now…” Ove awkwardly wraps an arm around you as he soothingly hummed.

You know he’s not the best at comforting, and you could feel how stiff he was when he sat down beside you.

He bit his bottom lip, unsure of what to do next. His spider on his shoulder, Todd, tapped on his neck and he showed Todd to your face. “He’s not a scary spider… he wants to see you happy, too..!” Ove smiled, but you hung your head low and only nodded half-heartedly. He frowns, and Todd looked at the boy with a worried body expression of tapping his two front legs together. He placed Todd on his shoulder and scooted closer to you.

“Hey now, look. I know… I don’t know why you’re upset but I think you’re really cool. You’re brave to cry in front of others and… you’re not scared of Todd. Or at least you overcome your fear of Todd. Still I…”

He paused for a moment and pulled you closer to him if that was even possible. “I want you to be happy.” You looked at him, he smiled gently with an almost anxious expression, desperately trying to cover it.

He’s trying his best for you, you thought and you smiled meekly. “I’m sorry for burdening you.” He frowns once more. “Burdening me? I love you why would that burden me, ya sweet bug?” He smirks. “I’d be here for you any day.”

You giggled at his antics, smiling fully as he grins. “Thanks, Ove.”

“No need to thank me.”

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The boy I love loves to mess with my hair.

Ove took of his beanie and sat crossed-legged on the floor with a bunch of hairpins and clips, flowers he plucked from outside and from Heartslabyul a brush in hand as he smiled to himself.

You sat in front of him with your back facing him, sighing unamused.

“Don’t do anything funny like last time.”

“What? You know I love playing with your hair~” he coos, slowly brushing your hair.

It was soothing, honestly, and he began to clip some pins and put flowers onto your hair. You hummed to yourself, subconsciously humming to what your boyfriend hums to himself. From his fingers, he touched them and pulled delicate shimmering translucent strings like cobwebs and weaved them like a spider.

“And… done!” He took a hand mirror and gave it to you, letting you see the cobwebbed veil he made that complimented the clips and flowers on your hair.

“Wow…” “Wow indeed, s/o. You look pretty.”

You blushed. “I… tha-” “Pretty normal.”

“OVE-” “I’m joking, I’m joking!” He smiles genuinely. “You’re beautiful.”

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The boy I love loves me.

He sat beside you in the open field as the wind blew a gentle, cool breeze. Ove looked at you, eyes softening as he smiled a little wider. He looked back at the sky you were staring so mesmerisingly at, the sunset that shone over the horizon was a sight to behold indeed.

But not as much as you.

He looked down at his lap. “Fuck.”

“Ove, don’t curse!” You chided him. He chuckles to himself. “Sorry but I can’t help myself.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I just realised how stupid I am.”

“I mean you’re a little dumb, but not stupid. Dumb in not having movie taste.”

He gasped offendedly in a playful manner. “My taste is superior!” “Dream on!”

You both laughed. “Nah, but… I’m stupid to realise I never had guts to do something important.”

“Like?” You asked him, raising a brow.

“This.” The next moment he leaned in to your face, your eyes widening. It all felt like slow motion as he leaned closer and closer, finally pressing his lips on yours. He pulled a way a few moments later, smirking at the way your cheeks burned red.

“I love you,” you blinked momentarily, the words he spoke flowed like a waterfall out of his mouth, no hesitation and with full confidence.

His simple words left you overwhelmed, as you felt the corner of your eyes stung with hot tears.

The boy freaked out when a single tear rolled down your cheek, frantically waving his hand.“H-hey, did I said something wro-”

“Not at all,” you told him. “I… I love you, too.”

He stares at you, his gaze on you unwavering as he smiled softly. “Man… you’re really something, s/o…”

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